144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. ’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. Recurrently she heard: "I don't know; I really don't know. “He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting. Capes saw her, felt for her, cared for her greatly, even if he did not love her.
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