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single one.

“You marry Matthew?” he said with a choked laugh. “By God, Ali, if we weren’t in a public place I’d shake you till your

ts, the family assumed they’d slept together.”

“Ah,” Andre said. “Practical.”

“Of c

“The mist on the glass is congealing, ’tis the hurricane’s icy breath. And it shows how the warmth of friendship grows cold in the clasp of death. So stand, stand to your glasses steady, and drink to your sweetheart’s eyes.”