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Naomi pulled out the chair and sat. Not across from me. Not at a safe distance where we could pretend everything was normal.
Right next to me.
Close enough that I could smell her shampoo. Something floral and clean that mixed with the academy’s standard issue soap. The kind that probably cost her three dollars at the student store.
She set down her tray with a soft clink. Oatmeal with berries. Orange juice. A single piece of wheat toast, edges perfectly browne ...
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