” “A—marriage certificate!” Annabel gasped. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. Think of those days in Paris. Set yourself to find it out, if you will—but if you do, never dare to call yourself my friend again.
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