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... ted blanket fort with a flourish. "What do you think?"
Iris ducked her head inside and surveyed their creation with critical eyes.
Inside, the world was a soft, dim cocoon. The air smelled of clean sheets and Harlow’s strawberry perfume. Light filtered through the cotton overhead, painting everything in a warm, hazy glow.
They’d spent the last twenty minutes stretching sheets between chairs, stacking pillows for walls, and weighing down corners with hardcover books. The r ...
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