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Michael tossed a suitcase on the bed, flipped it open. He scooped socks and underwear out of a drawer and into his luggage. “Another conference?” Richard asked, walking into the bedroom, tugging at the tie he hated wearing. “Nope.” Michael kept packing, jeans, shirts, a sweater. “So, what’s with the suitcase?” Richard asked, pulling off … Continue reading Over