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to meet her for lunch next month, but only as her sister. No spreadsheets.”
Erin smiled, her eyes reflecting the yellow light from the kitchen behind us. “How did she take it?”
“She did not reply,” I said. “But that is her choice.”
I lifted my hand, watching the city lights catch the silver charms on my wrist. The miniature book, the oak leaf, the scale,continue reading …
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