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“Jack Jones?” I asked. He shrugged. “Suzie Samuels,” he said with a smirk. “Maybe we were meant to be Marvel characters.”
“At some point, you have to decide to stop letting other people define you and decide what you want to be for yourself.”
She followed my gaze around the room and shrugged. “I’ve been told I’m not super tidy.” “Tidy?” I ran a hand through my hair. “It looks like you were attacked and used whatever you could find to defend yourself.”
