Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

grew cold by ten, the kind of damp Ohio chill that creeps through the floorboards of an old colonial. I stood in the narrow hallway by the linen closet, the shadows deep around me as the rest of the house slept.

I opened the blue notebook, its blank white pages stark under the single overhead bulb.

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