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-Lexi's Grove-

On an unnaturally bright Sunday morning, a knock at the back door led me to find my best friend’s ex, Tyler, waiting on my back step. Hanging his head like a dog that had been out all night, he looked up to meet my gaze with an unspoken apology. I hadn’t seen him in four months. In a gray T-shirt and black commando pants, he looked ready to go on a wild safari in the jungle. I hesitated, her ghost hanging between us.


Thanks to The Writing Times Magazine!


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