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Jenna noted the stiff set of Flynn’s shoulders.
“Mom...I explained that the air conditioner on my rental blew its compressor. I’m only bunking in her spare room until it’s fixed... I let you know so you won’t leave messages on my house phone. Just call my cell.”
Sensing his mounting frustration, Jenna crossed to quiet her noisy daughter. “Andee, please sit and play quietly with Beezer. Flynn is trying to talk on the phone.”
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