The House in the Photographs
My family is in Palm Beach County and Ocala.
Hers is in St.
Johns.
His business is in three cities and his employees are used to not knowing where he is.
We are both thirty-eight and neither of us had a single mutual acquaintance with the other until a class of 2006 group chat put us in the same rectangle.
The one genuine near-collision happened in the July, at an airport, and I did not know about it until an investigator asked me a question about a flight and I had to look up my own calendar.
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