Last Dance | 
"My grandmother's voice was hushed, the lines of her face accentuated by soft lamplight, as she began to talk. In the quiet of the night, I could almost pretend the three of us- Nona, Dominic, and I- were sitting around a campfire telling ghost stories. Instead, we were inside Dominic's loft apartment and Nona wasn't telling us tales. The truth was far scarier than fiction." Sabine
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