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2026-03-17 12:00:57Two weeks after the gala, Luke brought me Thai food.
He set it on the kitchen counter at seven-fifteen without announcement, without ceremony, without the performance of a man doing something kind. Just two bags from the place on the Meridian strip, and: "You forgot lunch. Mrs. Park mentioned it."
I looked at the bags. At him. "You asked Mrs. Park whether I ate lunch."
"She volunteered it." He opened the containers with efficient movements. "Sit down."
So, I sat, a
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