The Golden Canary Flies Away

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as if nothing had changed. I told him about the stray cat I fed,

versity in the UK. The applications were long and detailed, and they gave

riend, Brenda S

n my application. Brenda was a socialite, known more

, sliding into the seat across

the screen towards me. It was my text conversation with N

da said with a smirk. "They have a good l

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at, her voice dripping with contempt. "Did yo

ce a blank mask. My silence seemed to infur

, she lunged across the table and slapped me. The crack echoed in the quiet coffee shop. Bef