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... e finally stepped out of the atelier. Every muscle in her body screamed for rest, and her mind was a dizzying blur of silk, silhouettes, and the haunting memory of Brooke’s memorial. She trudged toward the parking lot, her heels clicking rhythmically on the asphalt, half-expecting that the petite blonde woman, Honey would have grown tired of waiting and vanished into the night. Part of her almost hoped for it; the prospect of a quiet, solitary Uber ride was beginning to sound like heaven.
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