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students and tourists.
The smell of roasted espresso beans did not clear the tightness in my throat as I waited by the counter.
My phone rang as I was putting my change into my ivory handbag.
The screen showed an unfamiliar local number with a Savannah area code.
“Laura, it is Thomas,” Andrew’s brother said when I answered.
“Hello, Thomas,” I said, stepping continue reading …
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