Before he could finish, she burst into tears. She could have shot him with his Beretta and it would have shocked him less. While he was still fumbling around, trying to figure out how to respond, she seized him in a fierce hug. It wasn't exactly a loving embrace. It felt as if she was trying to squeeze all the air out of his lungs. Despite how small she was, she was certainly strong enough to do it. It took a moment to respond in kind, partly because she'd wrapped her arms in his own, and partly because they hugged so infrequently he always felt like he had to relearn how to do it with her
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