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Chapter 1
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—Ipropose,ourheroeventuallysuggestedaftermaturereflectionwhileprudentlypocketingherphoto,asit’sratherstuffyhereyoujustcomehomewithmeandtalkthingsover.Mydiggingsarequitecloseinthevicinity.Youcan’tdrinkthatstuff.Doyoulikecocoa?Wait.I’lljustpaythislot.
