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doors to the patio were glowing with late sunlight.
Every fingerprint shone on them.
Every streak.
Every smudge.
The backyard beyond the glass looked too bright.
Too exposed.
The chlorine smell came first.
Then the warm stone.
Then the basil.
Then the truth.
Caleb was in the pool.
Vanessa from number 218 was in his arms.
Her black bikini top was draped over my continue reading …
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