The Distant Summer
The party was a disaster, which was exactly what you needed. You stood in the center of the living room, holding a glass of cheap champagne that had gone flat in the heat, watching the light refract through the dust motes dancing in the air. The house was too big, a Victorian monstrosity in the suburbs of Philadelphia, and it was sweating. The wallpaper, a peeling floral pattern from the 1970s,...
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