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“Well,” she said softly, “you are.”

Elara.

They sat like that for a while, hands interlaced, watching the steam rise from the Waffle House’s chimney. A trucker ambled inside, bell jingling. A stray cat crossed the parking lot, tail high. Loving ladies 2024 01 16 -- 00-33-1226-04 Min

Elara turned to face her fully. The orange glow from the Waffle House sign painted half her face gold. “Nothing. Except that it’s today. And I’m here. With you.” “Well,” she said softly, “you are