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“Digits,” she replied, making a show of counting from her thumb to her pinkie “You don’t have enough of them.” The glasses bounced in the air as he slammed his fist on the table. “I knew I forgot something when I left the hotel room. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.”
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Spy Night on Union Station (EarthCent Ambassador, #4)
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