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Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen PeytonI wake up to the rattling of the plane as its wheels touch down on the runway. I can’t believe I feel asleep. I never sleep on planes. But after Josh taught me his favorite card game, we shared a strong cocktail. I guess the combination of the alcohol and the swift relief I felt about the presentations being over were enough to send my body into total shutdown mode. When the plane rolls to a gentle stop at the gate, I smile at how good I feel. Home sweet New York. Well, technically, we never left New York, but the hour-and-a-half flight from upstate might as well be a return journey from Mars with how different upstate is from Manhattan. And that’s coming from someone whose home just barely falls within the NYC zip code. That reminds me, I need to text Gram and l
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