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... irm, normal. The hallway behind me smelled like damp carpet and someone’s burned dinner. Rain pattered against the thin windows, wind sliding through the corridor like it was trying to get inside.
I waited.
Then the door creaked open.
Cora stood there in a loose gray T-shirt and black shorts. Not really a "dinner outfit," but knowing her, this was probably the nicest thing she had clean. Her hair was messy, sticking out in uneven tufts. Her cheeks went bright red as soon ...
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