" "Your own was equally so," said Jackson ironically. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. You had better let me go again. “Katy Pfister. You must let me do whatever I can for you.
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