Cassidy Quimby

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“Annalisa,” he said gently, his eyes on Celia, “I’ve managed to run a watch shop for forty years—and most of it without you. I can figure it out. Look what you’ve done here. You’ve breathed new life into this place . . . and brought me new customers.” He touched his chest and coughed some. “You’ve breathed new life into me despite these damn lungs.”
The Singing Trees
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