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... dark outside. The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of Mrs. Delgado’s television filtering through the walls. I’d gotten maybe four hours of sleep after Iris finally let me crash around two. My eyes felt like someone had replaced them with sandpaper.
I grabbed the phone without opening my eyes. Probably Felix with some emergency about finding the perfect tie for the festival. Or Vivienne with another seventeen-point agenda for the day. Or Harlow asking if I’d seen a video o ...
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