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[Was he hearing a kettle whistling somewhere? He couldn't tell. But his face felt prickly and hot, and he toyed with his fork.]

Yeah, I hope so...

[The smile was small, lopsided and shy. As his own face darkened, he cleared his throat.]

L-let's get goin'.

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