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he thought. He couldn't go on mourning Gillian for the rest of his life. Surely Carly didn't expect it. Her car roared away. Jordan sighed heavily once more. How much time did she need? How much time did he need? He put down the fountain pen. He hadn't realized it was even in his hand. He picked up the phone. He had said he would call.
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