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sweet sadness that parties leave behind when theyâre over. Richard found something under Mr. Arthurâs chair. ââWhatâs this?â It was a small envelope. Old. Yellowed. It wasnât there before. Or maybe it was and no one had seen it. It had a name written on it:
My heart stopped.
ââThatâs for you,â Claire said.
The handwriting wasnât continue reading âŚ
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