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“You?”
“Fine.” I sipped my coffee, though it tasted like nothing. “I still don’t get why you’d take out the trash at three in the morning.”
A woman standing in a driveway | Source: Midjourney
His hand paused on his mug—just for a second. Then he shrugged.
“It was full. Wanted to get it out before the truck came. Did I commit a crime?!”
That night, I pretended continue reading …
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