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“So.” Baxter fidgeted, his fingers bunching up around the seatbelt. I could hear the way he scratched at the fabric. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Fuck. Why was he so nervous? He was making me nervous. “So,” I repeated, waiting for him to continue.
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