Growing up, summers at the family cottage were a ritual of sun-soaked afternoons and mosquito-bitten evenings—except when it rained. Those gray, drizzly days had their own charm, though, usually spent curled up with my latest book. But there was one time, in my early teens, when I arrived without one. Bored and restless, I wandered the cottage in search…
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