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J E N N A

I had always enjoyed the view riding from Brooklyn into Manhattan—crossing

the

bridge,

watching

the

city skyline grow bigger until it seemed to swallow me up—but this time I didn’t see a minute of it. I was completely

distracted by Noah.

He held my hand as we got into the...

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