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āAnother Sangria?ā Elliot sighed into the cradle of her arms, stirring from her doze to shift lazily from her stomach to her side. Laura was just settling onto the lawn chair beside her, built like a teapot and with a temperament to match, holding the offered drink at armās length as though it might bite her. Elliot huffed an amused laugh, sitting up and reaching for the offering with quirk ofā¦













