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... nothing like Ravenwood.
The rain here felt softer somehow, mixing with fog that turned everything grey and dreamlike. I’d grown to love it.
My studio apartment in East London was tiny—one room with a kitchenette and a bathroom you couldn’t turn around in. But it was mine and nobody could take it away.
Well, unless I missed rent. Which was always a possibility.
I checked my reflection in the cracked mirror by the door. Seven months pregnant now, my belly unmistaka ...
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