Walking Through Whispers
As Tom and I strolled around the block, each hello felt like a subtle question. “Everything good, Tom?” a neighbor inquired with a curious smile. We exchanged polite remarks, moving the conversation away from Margaret’s antics. Whispered words followed us, but we kept our pace steady, preferring to leave the salacious discussion behind and concentrate on what was waiting at home—our plan coming together.
Walking Through Whispers
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