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“Brunch?” Alexa asked.
Sara blinked a few times, clearing her bleary morning eyes, and sat up. She’d fallen asleep again, apparently. “What?”
Alexa was already dressed—in the black dress from the night before—and had her hair in a high ponytail as if going to the gym. “I’m thinking omelets. You in?”
Sara almost said no, but then considered how stupid that would be and nodded instead. If she didn’t go with Alexa, she’d just have to go by herself later. “Give me a sec.”
The clock in her peripheral vision said it was past ten in the morning, which she probably would have guessed by the brilliance of the sun coming in the window. How had she slept through that?
Unlike Alexa, she didn’t love the dress. She pulled on one of her identical sets of black athleisure clothes and slipped on h
