Swing by Robelle CT

She was rushing to unpack. Only three hours had passed since she arrived at the city where she grew up, daydreamed, and fell in love. Her heart pounded loudly against her chest as she checked herself in the mirror. She wondered, “Do I look fine? Did the jet lag cause my face to look awful?”...

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