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French Press
Escaping my notice is a second fact—Lorna’s impatience is growing. Dawn has already broken as announced by the chorus of chirping birds not far beyond our window. The bedroom is filled with diffuse blue-gray light. Moments ago, I was in mid-dream when I was brought to consciousness by a sudden
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