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envied them a little.
My phone buzzed. Ben. You coming to brunch?
I stared at the message longer than necessary. Part of me wanted to fake a migraine and head straight to the airport, but another part, the stubborn Ohio part, refused to leave feeling chased out. So, I texted back, Yeah, be there soon.
Brunch was at Emily’s aunt’s house about fifteen minutes continue reading …
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