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... ht he meant... I don’t know... a long walk or maybe a fancy breakfast.
I didn’t think he meant this.
We’re in an open-top safari truck, rumbling down a narrow dirt road with nothing but grasslands, scattered acacia trees, and a sky so impossibly wide it feels like it could swallow me whole. The air is crisp, the kind that feels like it’s rinsing your lungs clean, smelling faintly of sun-baked grass, warm earth, and the occasional sharp tang of animal musk.
The morning lig ...
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