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in the wind. The window was open. Outside, the city breathed. —”Just don’t let it go to your head,” I whispered, imitating his tone. “The soup is still just decent.” Then, from the hallway, I heard footsteps. For an instant my heart did an absurd thing. It waited. The door was ajar. A shadow peeked in. It was Tessa. She held an empty Tupperware in continue reading …
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