The Mathur house had a different kind of warmth that evening.
Not the loud, overwhelming kind-but the one that settled into the bones quietly, like a familiar shawl pulled over tired shoulders.
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The Mathur house had a different kind of warmth that evening.
Not the loud, overwhelming kind-but the one that settled into the bones quietly, like a familiar shawl pulled over tired shoulders.
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