Page 254 "We like you the way you are, Charlie." He stared at her Incredulously ... He had clasped his hands together, his fingers interlaced. It was a gesture, she thought, of unequivocal pleasure - pleasure at hearing what all of us wanted to hear at least occasionally: that there was somebody who liked us, whatever our faults, and liked us sufficiently to say so. Love love love this series ❤️
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