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I Spy “T.V. espionage, first person singular, four letters,” Sydney mumbled, clutching her mug. Confusion dug a furrow into her brow. Weiss reached for the crossword. Peeking up from beneath the brim of his baseball cap, he shook his head. “It’s like you were raised by wolves.” “One wolf and a nanny,” she corrected. He etched his wisdom onto the newsprint and slid it back with a grin. The only thing better than watching her pursed lips relax and her dimples grow was knowing that, through some twist of fate, he got to fill in her blanks. She smirked coyly. “That’ll do.”
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