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“I just don’t understand why you want to do this,” Ben said. His face—to Shar, he looked wounded as the two of them stood on the sidewalk that ran the length of the strip mall. A high-end strip mall, specifically, with planters along the walk and a fountain in the center of the parking lot. The sun moderately bright overhead. Shar sighed. “I don’t understand why you don’t understand why. Aren’t you even curious? At all?” Actually, she already knew the answer to this: he was not curious. Ben was many things—many really good things, including patient, caring, and smart—but