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How are you doing, babe? How's Tampa Bay without me? How's the beach?
And have you been down to the mall today? Did you check out the guys like
we usually do—or like we usually did, should I say?
Tyra Fraser tapped away at the keyboard furiously. In her head she could
picture sunshine and a blue sea. Outside her window she saw wet, gray
clouds, gray slate roofs, and a muddy gray river.
Oh gosh, you don't know how much I miss Florida, she wrote. England
stinks. Specifically Yorkshire—specifically Fernbridge!