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Malory stared into her coffee cup, sunlight dancing across the surface through stained-glass windows. The echoes of her recent argument with her mother lingered—especially after being cut from her mother’s will. Still, Malory had her own hard-won life as a trauma therapist in downtown Flores. She checked the grandfather clock. 12:23. Should she go to work, or call in? Slumping at the counter, she weighed her options, then finally called out sick, requesting a few days’ leave. The apartment fell silent. Afternoon light painted rumpled blanket...
Her I muttered, "...I have to spend forty-eight hours on this stupid vacation with my ex from five years ago," as I kicked sand beneath my feet, frustrated by the bizarre situation. Suddenly, a tall, familiar figure approached—his insufferable smile almost burning my eyes with discomfort. “Hey. Long time,” he said, his voice just as smug as I remembered. He lifted his sunglasses to get a better look at me. Flustered, I wrapped my black towel tighter around myself, shielding my head from the blazing sun. I forced a thin smile, half hoping th...
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