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23 Even after an hour, Miranda was still a little startled to see Taz mixing with her team. She’d come over to the table, taken the open seat that Holly had placed between her and Mike, and asked Andi for her knife back as if she’d always been there. For the rest of the meal, she’d told them about how she’d survived the crash and spent the summer hotshotting. When they’d left for the airport, it had seemed only natural that she’d said goodbye to the hotshots, grabbed her personal bag from her team’s buggy on the street, and joined them. Mike and Holly were waiting until Jeremey and Taz had talked about something, though Miranda wasn’t sure what. Jon had tried convincing her that she needed to report to someone that Taz was alive; though Miranda didn’t understand that either, especial