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On the fifth night, they sat around a bonfire on the beach. Someone had found a guitar. Juniper was singing a wobbly version of “Lean on Me.” Ophelia, who had never leaned on anyone in her life, felt something crack open in her chest.

Ophelia looked at the bookshelf. Sandwiched between first editions of Kerouac and a tattered copy of On the Road was a leather-bound journal. She pulled it out. Elias Kaan’s Oops Family Handbook was embossed on the cover. ophelia kaan oopsfamily

Ophelia’s phone buzzed. A text from Gerald: “Poetry reading tonight. You’re on snacks.” On the fifth night, they sat around a bonfire on the beach