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... by the bedroom window, holding a cup of warm milk, already half-finished.
In his other hand was a phone. The message Jocelyn Morgan sent him today was still there; he’d read it over and over since coming back.
Especially the photo of the sunset, which he had enlarged seven or eight times.
There was an inexplicable joy in his heart.
It’s getting late. She’s been climbing mountains all day, she must be tired, right?
Is she asleep?
His thoughts were c ...
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