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“Better than that club, at least.”
“Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.”
I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.”
“Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.
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