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Chapter 17
Chapter 17 “I’ve never understood why anyone would want to move here.” Hannah swatted Nathaniel and from across the table. “Rude boy!” Nathaniel looked at Lewis and shrugged. “What? That’s not rude, is it? It just seems like London would be a hip and happening place to live. I don't get why anybody would leave that.” “Hip and happening!” Hannah rolled her eyes, mocking him as she cleared the table. Lewis swooped in to help. “Let me handle the washing up. I picked up a cheesecake at one of those bakeries along the high street. Looks absolutely scrum.” “Scrumptious,” Hannah clarified with a curtsey for Nathaniel’s benefit. “I know,” he lied. Scrumptious. There was something intoxicating about Lewis in general, and his manner of speech in particular. It wasn’t just the awes
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