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I think you’re freaked about what happened at Cambridge. I think it scared you.”“I’ve been through worse, Bex,” I said, joining her on the lower stairs. “Way worse.”“Oh, not the attack.” Bex raised her finger in contradiction. “What happened before the attack. I think you saw the future. Which is kind of freaky when – two months ago – you didn’t think you were going to have one.
