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Chapter 135: The InsuIt

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**Amara's POV**

Saturday morning.

Two weeks since *Dad* on the pavement.

Three weeks since the custody order.

Four weeks since the press conference.

The apartment had settled into itself.

Not the specific quality of a new arrangement still finding its shape.

The quality of something established.

The morning sounds had a different texture now.

The five forty seven train.

The radiator.

The pigeons.

And underneath all of it the specific quality of three people inhabiting a space together in the wa
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