Ana Fernandez

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“Are you saying you find my presence distracting, Alice?” “N-no. That’s not at all what I...” I clear my throat just as the bell rings, drowning out the rest of my half-formed protests. When the loud buzzing finally stops, Henry speaks up before I can. “I’ll see you tomorrow night then.” For some reason, he sounds weirdly excited.
If You Could See the Sun
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