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... already rising from the bench with that brisk, no-nonsense efficiency Linda had always secretly envied. "And maybe a cookie. You need sugar right now. Stay here—don’t move."
Linda could only nod, throat too constricted for words, the simple motion sending a fresh wave of dizziness through her. She pressed her palms flat against the cool metal of the bench, anchoring herself as Jasmine disappeared into the café’s glass doors.
The air beside her changed—subtly at first, like the pr ...
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