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“…. Yeah… What about it?”
“Well, there’s no concrete promise, but I did have schematics for a prototype sent in.”
"Really?! … Wait, ‘did’? What happened to it?”
Bruce folded his arms around Lia tightly, holding her like she’d be taken away if he didn’t. “You clearly have not seen...
She should have known better than to come back with a statement that would bring on yet more memories. She often...