January 2011
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Free Bird
Elena swiped a red-tipped, talon-like finger through the sealed envelope of the letter that the waiter discretely delivered to our table on a small silver platter. Her pointed ruby lips opened wider as her eyes darted over each word; her alabaster hands gripped the edges of the letter, causing the paper to wrinkle. She looked up at the table, her blue eyes beaming under a well-coiffed mess of...