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Clarissa gave a frustrated grumble, and then shot him a look so piercing, it made him pull back at the vehemence of it. "I'm not sure I trust you anymore."
"What?" Confusion was followed immediately by exasperation. He rarely could follow her thought process, and this was one of the times he found that inability highly irritating. "How can you say that? We're best friends."
Her mouth pressed together. "Best friends who apparently keep secrets."
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