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"You found the sacred archives," Clara said, her voice soft.

"Oh my gosh, I forgot about that dress," Clara groaned, burying her face in her hand. "It was 100% polyester. I think I almost got heatstroke on the porch that day." promiscuous_sisters_094.jpg

Elena stared at the photo. In it, she and her sister, Clara, were eighteen and twenty. They were standing on the sun-drenched porch of their family’s old beach cottage. They were wearing oversized sunglasses, bright, mismatched vintage dresses, and heels they could barely walk in. Elena was sticking her tongue out at the camera, while Clara was laughing mid-sentence, her head thrown back, holding a plastic cup of bright red fruit punch. "You found the sacred archives," Clara said, her voice soft