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I find myself having the same reaction as Bennett. I uncross my arms, then cross them in irritation. After a few more uncomfortable adjustments, I finally settle on resting my elbows on the table. There. That’s perfectly natural. “Why do you look weird?” Emory mutters next to me.
The Fiction Between Us (Honeywood, #2)
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