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“Oh, god,” I said, turning with my hands on my hips to where he lurked in the archway through to the sitting area, dressed in what he considered light with a beige sport coat and chinos. “Normal people say hello or—or send a message or—do anything other than lurk in the corner like a horror movie reveal, Andrew Vaughn!”
He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “My apologies.”