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Stitched in Sky Blue

Penulis: Lara Hills
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-02-10 22:08:20

Four months. It had been four months since Damon’s digital explosion in the neighborhood group chat, and the silence that followed was the sweetest music I had ever heard. The property line had become a sacred border. The trespassing stopped, the "accidental" noise vanished, and the women who used to smirk at me from their porches now developed a sudden, intense interest in their own front doors whenever I walked by.

Damon had drawn a line in the san

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