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I told her, she asked if it was for sale.
“It isn’t,” I said gently.
She nodded, understanding. “Some things are meant to stay with us.”
My phone still buzzed occasionally with messages from Michael. Updates. Attempts. Questions. I answered when I could, briefly and honestly. Not cold. Not indulgent.
Sabrina vanished entirely. I heard through someone else continue reading …
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