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Chapter 10 - Smoke and Almosts

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Lila’s POV

“WHY ARE you still awake?”

The words came out of my mouth before I even realized I was speaking.

Jacob turned his head slowly, cigarette paused halfway to his lips. The single bulb hanging from the barn loft threw tired yellow light over the rafters and turned the dust in the air into floating gold.

“You should be in bed,” he said.

“So shou

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