You still do that thing, you know,” she said.“What thing?” He raised an eyebrow.Miranda smiled. “Tha

You still do that thing, you know,” she said.“What thing?” …

You still do that thing, you know,” she said.“What thing?” He raised an eyebrow.Miranda smiled. “That thing where you say what I’m thinking. That thing.”“Oh,” Bryan began, “I suppose it comes from years of having to read your mind to figure out what was going on in there.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Your turn.

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