![]() She’s inside-inside Seattle Independent Publishing. ![]() Taylor sits in the driver’s seat, staring straight ahead, wordless, looking his usual composed self, while I can barely breathe. The atmosphere feels stifling, and though I’m trying to remain calm, the anticipation and anxiety are knotting my stomach and pressing down on my chest. I shift in my seat in the rear of the car. I know I’m early, but I’ve been looking forward to this moment all day. It’s 5:36 and I stare through the privacy glass of my Audi at the front door of her building.
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