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Chapter 9: MIA
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2026-09-25 15:02:27Maddy's café was nearly empty by the time Tia showed up, the after-lunch lull settling in, one bored barista wiping down the espresso machine for the third time.
Maddy took one look at her from behind the counter and pointed at the corner table without a word. "Sit. I'll bring coffee. You look like you need it." Tia sat, glancing around while she waited — exposed brick, hand-lettered menu boards, the kind of curated warmth that clearly hadn't happe
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