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Asking for a friend," Asher clarified. Then he nudged his best friend. "Henry, my good man, tell Tess she's pretty as a picture when she's preparing to unleash her wrath on the delightfully unsuspecting father of one of our classmates."
"Kendrick?" Henry Marquette said.
"Yes?" I replied without taking my eyes away from the street.
"You are utterly terrifying when you are plotting something.
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