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... Amelia had said, "It isn’t that far," I had naïvely believed her.
Yeah.
That was my mistake.
Were people here just chronically optimistic or had they all just collectively lost their goddamn minds?
Because this place was far. Not "take a stroll under the sun" far—no, this was "your calves start aching and your patience thins" kind of far.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was trying to test my sanity.
Regardless, we finally arrived.
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