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It was a dreary Sunday morning. As the rain tapped on Harlow's windowpane, she rolled over upon hearing her parents down the hall preparing for church. Swinging her feet to the cold hardwood floor, as if her steps were ordered, she wandered over to the window that faced Asani's home. She truly was a creature of habit, she considered as she looked. Before his arrival, she would sit on the front porch feeling worthless and miserable. Now, she searched for him as if he was the sun rising in the east. Neither was a healthy practice, but she much preferred the latter. Not one light shone, to indicate he was awake. Harlow beamed to herself as an idea popped into her mind. She hurried to get dressed, she would have to hustle if she wanted to make it in time to invite Asani to church. She had no