luke rosen

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Part I: The List
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In a feat of extraordinary willpower and sheer determination, Ari holds off from texting Weed Guy for twelve hours.

After waking with the sun and running – no, jogging – no, half-jogging/half-walking three miles along the edge of the woods, Ari showers away the sweat and grime and descends the stairs to the sounds of sizzling bacon and cracking eggshells. Rosen stands over the stove wearing an oversized long-sleeved Steeler’s tee that must be Jackson’s, paired with thick socks and hair thrown atop her head in a messy bun. She cradles a bowl of eggs in her arm, whisk in the other hand.

“Morning,” she says cheerfully when Ari appears. “How did last night go?”

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