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Chapter 39: Solar-Flavored Reality

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POV: Claire Desmond

I sat on the pillion, wrapping my arms around Shannon’s waist. My heart hammered. The last time I had been on a moped was during a summer in Rome, and even then, I wasn't the one worrying about my job.

The bike lurched out of the narrow alleyway, immediately swallowed by the predatory flow of New York’s morning traffic.

Queens Boulevard was a sea of iron and exhaust.

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