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"Adam has always had . . . heroic tendencies.I touched Adam's arm. "He's my hero.There was another pause. . ."That is the most romantic thing I've ever heard you say, Bran said. "Be careful, Adam, or you'll turn her into a real girl.Adam looked at me. "I like her just the way she is, Bran. And he meant it, greasy overalls, broken fingernails, and all."
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