The night before Jen touched down on Earth, I was holed up in Rachel's bedroom in Houston. We had both made a valiant, fruitless effort to sleep; now it was three in the morning. Sometime around one
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A hand emerged from the darkness and placed a steaming mug—Greg's favorite mug—on the table."Drink.""What is this?" Greg demanded, starting to rise from his chair. "You can't—"He'd barely moved
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