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"You know I didn't, Sil. I only dreamed I did." Jordan replied wearily, drawing a last sip of water, conserving as much as she could.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes," quoted Sil philosophically. "Hudson should never have put old Disney movies in your database," retorted Jordan, trying to shake off the stubborn tendrils of her dream, even as it clung and forced her to reflect. San Diego was, literally, a world away now. Her grandmother was dead. And she hadn't touched a calligraphy brush in fourteen years. At the thought, she stooped and traced a word in the sand . . . |
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