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Chapter 47: The Missing Documents

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I didn't ask her name.

I typed out the question three times … *what's she called, does she still see him, is she the reason you approached me in the first place* … and deleted all three, because some tired, self-protective part of me understood I didn't have room tonight for one more piece of information I couldn't do anything about yet.

*Thank you for telling me,* I sent instead.

*I know it doesn't fix anything.*

*It doesn't. But it's more than you've given me before, so I'll take it.*

I set t
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