She drip dried before getting dressed and re-entered the meat locker. She stowed everything away into her backpack, until all that remained was the envelope in her hand. I feel less ready now than I ever did.
“How has this trip been good for me?” Julia asked as a tear formed from out of the corner of her eye.
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