I’m working on it, I promise!
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“Wait, she said what?” Drew stared at Pavel, torn between horror and admiration.
“She said that–”
“No, I heard you the first time.” Drew sighed and put his palm to his forehead, wondering if maybe he could blame the entire last week on a fever dream. His skin, however, was cool – no such luck.
“Do you need me to deliver anything today?” Pavel asked after a few moments of silence.
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