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He clears his throat, moving his hand to my knee and turning back to the other two men, a little breath that sounds like a laugh escaping.
"Like I said, Auguste. This one has guts." Nicolas straightens out, nodding to me.
"Well, I'l be damned," Auguste throws his hands up like he's surrendering.
He flashes me a knowing smile whilst talking to Alex. "It seems you've found your áme after all."
Ame. Despite it being a single word, I couldn't translate it. I turn to Alex, who's already staring at me, his eyes soft in the most vulnerable way. I'd have to ask him to tell me what the word meant later.
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