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Ten-Tons leaned across the table until we were close enough for me to feel his breath on my cheek. “Would you like some tea?” he asked. “No thanks,” I whispered. “I don’t think we have time.” That wasn’t the real reason, of course, but you don’t insult your host at the first meeting. Captain Picard would have been well pleased with me.
Whispers Under Ground (Rivers of London #3)
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