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 Her eyes opened. She sighed and settled back onto the soles of her feet.
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 Paul recalled an old line from the comics he'd read as a kid: "With great power comes great responsibility." It had always struck him as corny, but now--!
 He welivetogether didn't have to wait long for his welivetogether opportunity. He'd hardly had a chance to clock in and sit down at welivetogether his desk when his phone rang. It was her.
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