Suddenly he felt utterly exhausted, as if he could crawl into bed and sleep for the next month. “Are you going to mope for the rest of your life or are you going to go to Boston and try to convince Amelia to come back and live here with us?” Sam glanced up and gave Sarah a cold look. “I’m not moping. And she’s only been gone for six hours. I’m not that pathetic that I can’t do without her for that long.” “What’s with the sad-puppy face, then?” she asked. “There’s nothing wrong with my face.” “James, does Sam have a sad-puppy face? Be honest.” Sam glanced over at James, who’d just wandered into the room, his toolbox in one hand and a crescent wrench in the other. Sam’s eyebrow arched as he waited for James’s answer. “I’m not getting in the middle of this,” James finally said. “I’ve decided to make that rule number one.
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