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Melissa’s family yacht.
Every story was a comparison. Every comparison had a purpose.
Jason squeezed my hand under the table, apologetic. I smiled until my cheeks hurt.
I endured.
Christmas was worse.
I found a first-edition military history book for Jason’s father, Richard. Rare. Signed. Thoughtful.
He loved it.
Margaret ruined the moment with a single continue reading …
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