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The Apartment #294

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As Leo read, his hand closed around Maya's hand, and she laid her head against his shoulder. It was good to feel him next to her: he'd only been gone a few days, but it had seemed like a lifetime. In truth, it had seemed like many lifetimes.
She smiled.
Only their breathing disturbed the silent grace of their togetherness until the bedroom door opened. An old lady stood there, her brightly lit face taking in the scene before her. She nodded approvingly, her indulgent, happy smile belying her ninety years.
"It's good you wrote to him, Maya," she said.

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