Chapter 13 13. Bittersweet Mornings

OLIVER.

Has the sun always been this warm? The air itself, it smelled so fresh, punctuated with the tint of morning dew and somehow, even the sun's glow had seeped into the whirls of the breeze that pushed past my curtains and hit me squarely in the face.

It was going to be a beautiful day, I coul...

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