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“There's something he's not telling me, but I just can't put my finger on it.”
Jack sipped his coffee as he watched the frown on his friend's face, from long familiarity recognising the tell-tale twitches as memories were replayed and considered and filed.
A couple of minutes of comfortable silence passed, and then Don's eyes regained their focus. “Sorry Jack, I didn't mean to space out on you”, he said, with a brief smile of apology.
Jack shook his head, “