I froze at the question.
Turning, Mislav’s head rolled banging into mine. “Uhh. . .” The sterile walls provided no inspiration.
Turning, Mislav’s head rolled banging into mine. “Uhh. . .” The sterile walls provided no inspiration.
Impatiently, I glanced at my watch heaving my best tragic sigh. “Shimon, I’d love to hear about your. . .”
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