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For a long moment, Cassie considered throwing her out. But May was already wandering the aisles, trailing fingers over spines like she was reading them by touch alone. She stopped at a battered copy of The Lonely Hour —a novel Cassie had loved as a teenager, one she’d never admitted to anyone.

“That’s observation.” May tapped her temple. “Also, your ex-boyfriend’s sister is my dental hygienist. Small world, terrible gossip.” cassie lenoir may cupp

“Same thing,” May said, and kissed her. Soft. Certain. Like the first page of a book you already know you’ll read a hundred times. For a long moment, Cassie considered throwing her out

May nodded slowly. “I know that. The hollowing out. You give pieces away until you’re just a costume of yourself.” “That’s observation

Cassie’s hand froze on a paperback. “That’s invasive.”

“This one,” May said softly. “This is the one where the heroine leaves her perfect life because perfect was killing her slowly.”