Shul A. T. M

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I scan the room without turning my head. There she is, sitting on the other side of the room—trouble in paradise?—staring at me. They’re all staring at me. But I can tell Wellbelove expects something extra from me, so I give it to her. A long, cool look. Let her make what she wants of that; she will anyway. I settle down at the table, and Dev pours me a cup of tea. “Baz,” he says, smirking. “Gentlemen,” I say. “What have I missed?”
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