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... held a wine cup filled to the brim with... tea.
"What’s this?" I asked, taking it from her.
She ignored the question, crossing the room to the opposite couch. It was a much more elaborate piece of furniture—a netted, nest-like chair hanging from a solid pole, a spot she had strictly forbidden me from approaching.
We were currently in the second living room. Or perhaps I should call it the "swimming room." Just beyond the seating area was a massive pool that spanned all th ...
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