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Chapter 78

Author: InkHeart
last update publish date: 2026-06-11 16:34:05

May arrived and the East Village buildout began.

Not the careful tentative start of the West Village two years ago. This one had momentum behind it. The contractor was someone Renee had worked with before. The timeline was realistic because we had built one of these before and knew where the optimism needed to be trimmed. The layout had been decided in three meetings rather than twelve because we knew what we were doing now.

I knew what I was doing now.

That was the thing that was different
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