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She was drinking out of my mug, the specific mug with keep calm and code on printed on the side.
Ethan walked out of the master bedroom wearing the exact same gray Henley shirt from the night before. He walked over to the sofa, sat down, and draped an arm over her shoulder.
“Did she run?” the woman asked.
Her tone was flat, casual, as if asking about continue reading …
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