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Logan grins, and the glint is still the same, and the crooked angle, the braces-straight teeth. “Oscar,” he says. He adjusts his sunglasses, still too big for his face. “Man, it’s like we can’t get away from each other.”
Oscar smiles, too, a bit softer, a bit too wide, lips sealed firmly together. “Never really wanted to, mate.”
