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"Next Monday," I said. "The ticket's already booked."
Silence fell between us. Julian was the one to break it.
"Elara, I think we need to talk," he said, his voice strained. "I can't live like this anymore."
I looked at him, confused. "What's wrong? What's not to like?"
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