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He was a long way from wishing he'd shot the man when he had the chance, but he was already starting to wish McCarthy had stayed the hell away from his tree and out of his life. ' 'I know. He put two sugars in his coffee, looked around to make sure he wasn't observed, then poured the contents of a third packet down his throat. ' 'Your own phone,' Pete says.
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