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Claire's face breaks into a smile, “I think you should be the one running for Senate. You make one hell of a pitch,”
I nod silently, and from the corner of my eyes, I catch Angel engulfed in her desktop. Her teeth are digging into the bottom of the pen.
“Is everything alright, Angel?” I ask, pulling her attention,
She looks up immediately, and I can see her finally returning from her dissociation.
“It is,” she responds, arching her back. “I am working on the sites, and dates for events.”
“Do you mind engaging us?” Claire takes the baton from me,
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