“Penelope,” I breathed. Her fingers skated along my cheek, then brushed over my mouth. “Say that again,” she said. “Penelope,” I whispered, and she traced the movement of my lips, feeling the shape of her name upon them. “Penelope, Penelope, Penelope.”
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— Jul 23, 2026 10:17PM
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