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last semester. You said your grandmother’s soap smelled like lavender.”
I had forgotten saying it.
Linda had not.
That night, Robert made chicken soup and grilled cheese. Tyler hovered in the kitchen doorway, then said, “I put a controller in the guest room in case you get bored. The blue one drifts left, so use the black one.”
“Thank you,” I said solemnly.continue reading …
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