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In the quiet of the car on the way back, Amber sang, barely letting her voice rise beyond a deep whisper; to not wake Dom as he slept in the seat beside her. Something that she had heard on the radio in the kitchen one day as she made breakfast, it had wormed its way into her head and wouldn’t leave. The wide empty spaces of the desert, the warm rain scented air that gusted through the rolled down windows, all made it easier to let it go.
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