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Chapter 18 Rooftop party

Author: Jane White
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-09 15:51:12

Ella's POV

The rooftop of our apartment building was a bleak and forgotten square of tar and gravel.

No one came up here, apparently, except Marta, who had decided that what the building needed was a community barbecue.

The invitation had arrived as a handwritten note slipped under our door, the letters looping and cheerful in bright blue ink.

"Rooftop BBQ this Saturday. Bring nothing. Just come."

I had stared at the note, bemused. Marta was a force of nature, and no one in the building said
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