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- “No, I don’t,” she said calmly. “My sister says you’re all right in a bad spot.”
- “Sister?” I asked. “Oh, Sigrun Gard?”
- “Obviously,” she said. She offered me her hand. “Freydis Gard.”
- “Harry.” I took her hand. She had a grip like a pneumatic clamp, and my bandaged hands were sensitive. “Ouch, be gentle with me.”
- She laughed again. “I’ve heard some about you, but you must be something special. Lara doesn’t let anyone interrupt this part of her day.”
- Peace Talks Chapter 14, Page 127
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