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“Thank you,” he whispered. Something about the words, about the weariness to his voice, made her eyes sting. She wrapped her arms around him. “It was no trouble.” She leaned her cheek against his head. “Do you want to eat . . . ?” “In a moment.” His arms loosely encircled her. He didn’t lift his head. “In just . . . a moment.” Hulda nodded. Squeezed a little tighter. They stayed like that for a long time.
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