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like laundry detergent and the pasta sauce I’d made the night before. I kicked off my heels and sat on the floor with my back against the couch, staring at nothing.
My phone buzzed. A text from Maya.
How are you?
I stared at the screen for a long time before replying.
I’m tired. But lighter.
I slept hard that night. Dreamless. The kind of sleep that felt continue reading …
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