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'But you made it. I'm so damn glad you made it.' |
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From the look on Trevor's face, she knew. 'Oh, my God.' |
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'Rory's fine. I talked to him. He's worried about you.' |
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'He didn't make it. I'm sorry.' |
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Maureen dropped onto the sofa. She didn't cry. She felt only stunned and weary. Trevor sat down next to her. She slumped against his side, and felt his fingers gently stroke her hair. |
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