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It was the last week of August. The air had turned that pre-fall gold, the kind that makes you nostalgic for things that haven't ended yet. Mira and I were making dinner in his tiny kitchen. He was burning garlic. I was chopping onions and crying, which he pretended not to notice.
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“Never,” I said. And I meant it.
: Gathering in fields with trucks lined up, music blasting, and coolers packed.
June grinned. “All of us. At once.”
She slipped into the water slowly, and I followed. The pond was cold, but her skin was fire. She wrapped her legs around my waist and let out a soft moan that got swallowed by the cicadas. She wasn’t loud like Daisy. Savannah was a secret—a slow, deep, drowning kind of pleasure.