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bed, one leg thrown over a blanket as if he had argued with it and won.
The dishwasher hummed.
Rain tapped lightly against the kitchen window.
I was standing barefoot in my townhouse making lunches for the next day when my phone buzzed with a message from Marcus.
It was a photo from his place. Liam, grinning in dinosaur pajamas, holding up a crayon drawing continue reading …
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