Altagracia online
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Altagracia drops onto the teal velvet sofa among the cushions, one leg tucked under her; the light of the brass lanterns draws shadows on the wall and falls across her braids as she types on her phone.
The house is finally quiet and my shoulders don't feel heavy anymore. I made myself something hot and thought: this is the perfect moment to write to you, darling. How did today go? And don't just tell me “fine”…
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