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... morning sun warmed my back, and the scent of fresh flowers drifted from somewhere upriver. A half-empty mug of coffee rested beside me, still steaming.
Mahya came over, barefoot, with her braids in a towel on top of her head.
She crouched next to me. “Do we still have the electric appliances from Vegas?” she asked.
“Yeah, they’re stored in the house.”
“Great. Open the house, I need them.” She didn’t wait for a follow-up and went back in.
I got up with a s ...
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