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a list on her phone. "We need e

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she asked, tilting her hea

to relax. "Debt collector," he lied smoothly. "I

, replaced by pity. "Oh, Harland. I'm sorry. Once the

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loaded the cart. When the cashier sc

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then at the strawb

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for an artist,"

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