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This time, John Carter drove along the same route Trish usually took—following the moat, where the sun hit the water in shimmering, silvery ripples.

Spring had arrived. Red blossoms and lush green grass filled Hannah Baker's view, bursting with vibrant life.

The streets were bustling with people again.

"You know this route too?" Hannah Baker asked, glancing over at him.

"I've always known it