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... e of orange juice washing over her tongue, but it did little to settle the whirl of thoughts in her head.
She stood alone on Leonard’s balcony, the sliding glass door behind her muted the laughter coming from the living room. The night air was crisp, just shy of chilly, and the city lights glittered far below like a sea of restless stars. From this height, the world felt quiet, almost peaceful—almost.
She glanced down at the drink in her hand, swirling the liquid absently.
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