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That seems to pull her up short. She looks away, and there’s a grim cast to her profile.
Madison might be Heather....?
“Heather?”
I FUCKING KNEW IT
He wants to romance me? My heart melts—just liquefies in my chest into a pink, candy-scented puddle.
Same
“Can we talk about this tomorrow? I want to hear it. But I want to hear it when you’re sober.”
Something tells me she won't get the chance to tell him.
We all move into the warehouse as Beau watches from above.
I am stressing tf out
How did this even happen? How could they have known we were here?
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