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The woman paused, startled, then gestured awkwardly toward a table in the back by the catering area. “You can sit over there, ma’am. It’s… quieter.”
Linda acted as though she hadn’t heard. She took a seat at the table by the kitchen, holding her purse tightly. She smiled when Daniel waved from across the room, but he was quickly pulled away by Amelia’s relatives and photographers.

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