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to me.
“In case you want the dramatic version,” she said.
I held the corner of the letter to the flame.
The paper curled inward, blackening at the edges, then brightening in a sudden orange line. Legal language became ash quickly.
I watched until there was nothing left to read.
Tyler looked into the fireplace, then at me.
“Want me to make popcorn?”
I laughed.continue reading …
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