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... The only sound between them was the occasional crackle of the fire and the distant roll of thunder and raindrops.
Neither of them spoke.
Not even after the last bite.
Nick stood, brushing off his hands. He walked over to the pile of coconut leaves near the fire and tested their dryness. "Still damp," he muttered, almost to himself, before dragging them closer to the flames.
Georgia didn’t answer. She remained where she was, curled up in front of the fire, her kne ...
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