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Chapter 42
My arm hooked through his, Borje and I stroll through the City centre. He’s strangely quiet. People are out and about: window-shoppers, loafers and strollers, but the weather is sizzling, and the heat is slowing everyone down, turning the buzz of walker, runner and talker alike to a slow, easy rhythm. At first, I put Borje’s silence down to the heat. “You seem tired?” “No, I’m fine.” Fine? Empathy’s not my strong suit, but… “Don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.” “Absolutely.” He puffs out his cheeks, blowing air. He flashes brows, looking more his usual self. “Something cold where I have to blow the froth from the top.” He aims a finger to half a dozen tables outside a kiosk. “How about there? We’ll be under the shade of trees.” A waiter spots us, leaping into action. Wh
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