“I stayed in England for at least seventy-five years before leaving. I not sure how we managed to miss each other.”

                She pulled up in front of a small café. “Oh! A coffee shop!” I said sarcastically, throwing up my hands in mock surprise.

                Katrina gave me a roll of her eyes and a light punch in the arm. “Yes a coffee shop, but there's someone special we're here for.” We exited the car and went up to the large window in the front. There were a few college-aged kids inside all staring intently at their laptops, except for a girl at a table in t...

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