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to the condo, Savannah was on the balcony sketching.
She looked up.
“Everything okay?”
I sat down across from her.
“Yes,” I said. “Actually okay.”
She studied me for a second, then smiled.
“Good.”
Below us, the ocean kept moving.
It did not care who paid for what.
It did not care who got invited.
It did not care who called themselves family while treating someone continue reading …
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