At Duluth’s high latitude summer days were unusually long, and sundown was still a few hours away when David’s car crossed the Aerial Bridge. But the mist that had been hovering tentatively over the Lake all afternoon was starting to thicken into fog, making it seem later than it was. They didn’t speak, but the silent tension stretched the
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Thank you for this!
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