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The Tuesday Munch
The message came three days after the munch. Bobbi saw Lynne’s name on his phone while standing in the laundry room with a basket of towels balanced against his hip. For one breath, he simply stared at the screen. He had not expected to hear from her. That was not because she had been unkind. Mistress Lynne had been the opposite of unkind. She had been calm, steady, and careful in a way that had unsettled Bobbi more than any dramatic display could have. She had made space wit

T.L. Duncan
6 days ago16 min read
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