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CHAPTER 65-The Day Before

Author: Jacksontale
last update publish date: 2026-07-03 07:33:30

She stayed at Priya's the night before, which neither of

them had suggested in advance and both of them

wanted, and it was like being nineteen except for

every way in which it was not.

They opened a bottle of wine that was better than

anything they had drunk at nineteen, and they sat at

Priya's kitchen table which was a different kitchen

table in a different flat from the one they had shared

with a broken boiler and strong opinions about

everything, and Olivia looked at her oldest friend

across
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