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Your father has nothing to complain about." "Why, aren't you two looking excited?" Adele said, hobbling alongside of the table. She was leaning on Ethan, a vigorous old man with sinewy arms and dead eyes. His face was unlined, free from smile lines and adam lefevre frown creases. "Hi, Adele," Sean said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. "Ethan, this is Sean and his grandfather, Brice." Ethan extended his hand and Sean shook it. "Very nice to meet you," Ethan said. His hand was dry and papery, his eyes vacant. Sean shook adam lefevre it, and a frisson of adam lefevre shameful disgust sizzled up his abdomen. He had a sudden vision of Ethan's brain, desiccated in his skull, the gleaming edges of the chip poking free. He surreptitiously wiped his hand on his pants as Ethan turned to Grampa and shook his hand. "Very nice to meet you." "Do you mind if we sit down?" Adele said. "I'm afraid that I'm a little pooped.
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