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The sink where he washed his hands must have been pumping out liquid confidence.
He flashes another half a smile at me, and a dimple creases his cheek. One of his dimples. He’s got a second one on the other side, and a third under the scruff on his chin. I spent way too much time counting them in high school, which is probably why I don’t like math.
