“What do you do?” I ask instead of responding to her observation of my vibe. “I run my own stationery company,” she says with a bright grin that shows how much she loves her job. “I design wedding invitations and stationery sets and sell them online.” The sun has dipped below the trees now, taking the golden rays with it. Juliette pushes the rest of the way up to standing and tugs her quilt out from under a disgruntled Murphy. He huffs and trots off toward her back deck. I stand up as well but don’t make any move to leave. “Stationery sets? Do people even write letters anymore?” I ask as she
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