FULL STORY: Mr.Mercer crossed the café with the measured confidence of a man accustomed to being obeyed.
The four girls pressed closer beneath my table.
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FULL STORY: Mr.Mercer crossed the café with the measured confidence of a man accustomed to being obeyed.
The four girls pressed closer beneath my table.
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