Day 1700 - Dana

I carefully sat the heavy box on the kitchen table in Jordan’s apartment. I looked around, spying my things here and there. Though I felt an instant connection to him when we met again, it still took me time to feel comfortable with the idea of picking up where we left off. He was so very patient with me.

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