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never stop.”

He put both hands around his coffee mug.

That one, he understood.

Footsteps came down the hall. Mom appeared in her robe, then Tyler behind her, looking like he had not slept much.

He cleared his throat.

“So,” he said. “Do you need, like, a driver?”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“For your CEO stuff.”

“Tyler.”

“What? I’m between things.”

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