“Jake always acts so entitled. Like he deserves her—like I don't.” “But she's really into you, right?” Alex asked me. “Astrid?” I nodded.

[…] the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air:

She'd been an absolute bear all day yesterday--to the point where Devon had shoved her off her zip-line platform when she'd started beaking off at him for not pointing out the moose he'd seen in the first section.

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