The Third Chair at Our Table in Cayenne

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The air in Cayenne felt heavy and sweet like overripe fruit. It was 7:00 PM on a humid Tuesday. My palms were slightly damp as I adjusted my collar. My heart was doing a strange, rhythmic dance against my ribs. Meeting someone new always feels like opening a book in the dark. You have no idea if the story will be a quiet poem or a complicated drama. Elodie was someone I had connected...

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