Quarry Hour
The haboob was supposed to come through around four.
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The haboob was supposed to come through around four.
Cammie grabbed the booth by the window like she always did, sliding in first and patting the seat beside her instead of across from her.
I'm Sylvie, short for Sylvester, thirty, a freelance film editor, three years out of my last real relationship, and I was eating cold pad…