A visitor arrived—no fanfare, only the soft pressure of the latch and the muffled shuffle of an additional presence. Mira. She stepped in like she belonged to the humidity, hair plastered at her temples, lashes beaded with perspiration. Her smile was small and specific, the kind that betrayed long familiarity. They exchanged a single look that did everything conversation might have: acknowledgment, appraisal, mutual admission of the heat’s closeness.
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