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heard what was being said. They didn't
get a look at who she was arguing with.”
“Arguing? There was nobody else
with us.”
"Then what were you two arguing
about, Mrs. Finley?"
“We didn’t argue.”
Willis returns with a glass of water.
He hands it to me. I smile, and he
resumes his seat next to his partner.
