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Fourteen months before the Community
“What time is your flight?” Sara asked, leaning against the kitchen counter in the apartment that had until that morning been Christina and X’s.
“Christina’s is at two o’clock and mine’s at three thirty,” X shouted from the bedroom.
“Shouldn’t we get going, then?”
It was almost noon.
“It’ll be fine,” Christina said, emerging from the bedroom with two backpacks and two enormous suitcases, all in a bright shade of pink.
“I don’t drive like Eric,” Sara reminded them.
“It’ll be fine.”
“X, come on!” Sara shouted.
“Go load up the car and turn in the keys,” X replied, voice muffled. It sounded like they were struggling to close their bag. “Be right there.”
Christina smiled conspiratorially at Sara. “This is life with X, always.”
“I’d lose my min
