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2021-02-25 04:55:27A few moments later, they heard a distinct throat clearing at the end of the hallway and realized Jonathan was waiting for them. Pulling themselves apart, Meg brushed the tear streaks from her face, and Charlie looped his arm through hers and led her down the hall, as if they were walking to the firing squad instead of a group of alleged friends.
Once they reached the end of the hallway where Jonathan stood, the liegeman whispered sharply, “Your sister is about to have a conniption thinking you’ve snuck off somewhere.”
“We are just slow walkers,” Charlie assured him, amused.
“I’ll let you explain yourself to her. She assumed you were right behind her.”
“We were. Right behind her—far, far behind her.” Charlie looked at Meg, a twinkle in his eyes.
“I believe you will need the ring back if you’re to give her the ring in front of everyone,” Jonathan reminded them.
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