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“Oh, Kendall. Of course.” I hit my
forehead lightly. “It’s just been years.
How are you?”
“Great. Glad to be back in
Tynemouth.
Kenneth had to move back home
after his father died.”
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." I
honestly cannot place this perky blonde
woman, but she seems to know me. I
need to remember to consult my yearbook
