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Shay lounged on the worn couch in her modest living room, the thin nightgown clinging to her sixty-year-old curves like a second skin. Divorced for years, she…

Shay leaned against the kitchen counter, her 60-year-old body still toned from years of yoga and late-night swims. Her son, Jake, now 22 and home from college,…

Nils strutted into the open-plan office like he owned the place, which he technically did as the 22-year-old prodigy boss. At barely five-foot-five with…