The Drifter's Memoir of a Second Life
He couldn't help remembering that girl who kept tailing him everywhere in that bleached white dress, always calling out to her brother gingerly.
But now, the same girl was beaming and hugging another man's arm, while he was no longer her brother.
Even as Harry spaced out, I got into Yannick's car and left.
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The next day, Claire informed me that Harry secured himself another consultation, complaining even as she sorted out some files, "Don't you think there's something wrong with that man, doc? He was completely skeptical not two days ago, and now, he's completely sucking up to you."