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Sam was at her side, gently taking her elbow and steering her out of the center of the room. "Turkey's ready!" a voice called out from somewhere in the middle of the house. |
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"He's a little rough around
the edges. But he's really cool once you get to know him. And he likes
you. I can tell." Sam continued to ramble on as they moved out
of the doorway of the kitchen. |
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