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As the ceremony continues, Logan and Melissa reach a breaking point…
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Melissa’s gaze was fixed on the whip in my hand. Slowly, she turned her eyes on me. Her lip quivered. “Logan?” her whisper filled the plaza. My hand dropped, as I let my name from her lips engulf me. After so much time, she’d finally…Everyone was watching.
Scientist by day, writer by night, and bird lover always. Experience firsthand the random and occasionally deep lessons such identities impart.
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