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Troy’s Return
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2025-04-15 07:01:41Maya
My apartment had become a paper labyrinth. Every flat surface—dining table, coffee table, kitchen counter, even parts of the floor—was covered with documents, sketches, and diagrams. The foundation had started as a vague idea the night at the cabin, something Alex and I had discussed over bad whiskey and raw emotions. Now it was consuming my life in the best possible way.
I took a step back, surveying the organized chaos. Application for 501(c)(3) status, check. Mission statement, check. Draft bylaws, check. Potential board members, in progress.
My phone buzzed with a text from Olivia: Just got off call with the attorneys. Good to go on the name.
That had been our biggest hurdle. The Kingstons' lawyers had fired off cease-and-de
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