Betsie Erickson

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“Great. Are we done here? I don’t even know why I’m here,” I asked, tugging my zip up as far as my thick, knitted scarf would allow it to go. “I’m freezing my ass off.” Nicholas looked at me with mischief in his eyes. “You’re here because you were with Michael and then I assume you stayed to offer an opinion we didn’t ask for.” Wow. He was right, but wow.
Betsie Erickson
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