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has mistaken patience for permission.
When I landed at Changi Airport, my phone exploded.
Mason called twenty-two times.
His texts arrived in uneven waves.
Where are you?
Stop being dramatic.
Call me.
Eleanor, this isn’t funny.
Angela said you took your passport. What the hell?
Then finally:
I’m at Marissa’s but I need to talk to you.
I stared at that message continue reading …
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