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be doing something, too.”
“What?”
“Planning your birthday party.”
I smiled, but it wasn’t warm.
“You said your friends are all invited, right? Marcus, Devon, Harper, Sienna, the ones who think I’m so unremarkable.”
He nodded slowly, wary now.
“Good, because I already have a reservation at Atelier Russo for your birthday. I made it four months ago. Michelin-starred continue reading …
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