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The word is clean and without apology and somehow that makes it worse and better at the same time because at least it is the truth, and the truth, she is learning, is a currency Doha spends carefully. "I needed access to the Senator's network," he says. "You were the only person close enough who was also trying to escape him." "So I was a weapon." "You were a key." He pauses. "There's a difference." "Stop saying that." He stands. He doesn't move toward her, just stands, and the space between the