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”
“I feel weirdly calm,” I admitted.
Meera tapped her chopsticks against the table. “That’s adrenaline. Or freedom. Or both.”
I stared at the steam rising from my tea. “They’re acting like I committed a crime.”
Meera snorted. “To them you did. You committed the crime of not being available.”
The waitress brought us food. I barely tasted it. My mind kept continue reading …
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