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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Salt Lines
“Didn’t realize you were a night owl like me, Anna. Thursday sounds good, but it will have to be morning unfortunately - as I have an afternoon shift at the bean. Let me know if that works.” Savannah smiled, and after booking the same studio they’d used before for an 11am slot via the school’s scheduling app, she shot back a text letting him know the time and place. Her guilt eased, Savannah curled back up into the bed and was soon asleep once more. Sleep held Savannah in its blissful embrace until well after the sun filtered in through the skylights above. What woke the young painter was not the light, but the sound of Cory shuffling around. Savannah sat up a little, yawning, but froze when she looked over and spotted the young game designer. Cory was wearing nothing but a towel around
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