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Lark said nothing, probably because those four words were ones she had never had directed to her. She stalked over to a table, pulled out three slices of pizza from the boxes, and walked to the back of the room to eat them, slumped against the wall."Lark," she mumbled, shoving her hands in the back pocket of her jeans.
"Nice to meet you," he said smiling.
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