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Vivian

Steam still clings to my skin when I step out of the shower. I towel off and move to the vanity, running a brush through my hair before blow-drying it into loose waves, thinking Logan and I will probably go to dinner tonight, I want to be prepared for him. A little eyeliner, a sweep of shadow, a touch of lipstick—it’s almost a ritual, grounding and familiar.