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“Let me grab my jacket. I’ll meet you in the living room.” “Okay.” It was a shame he had to grab his jacket. I think a part of me would never understand why he’d brought a jacket in the first place, considering it was the dead of summer in northern Illinois and even nightfall came with eighty-degree temperatures. But he just had to grab the damn jacket.
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