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“That’s what this is for.” He raises his glass. “Bottoms up, little brother.” I cringe. “Please don’t ever call me that again.” He stares at me, his head cocked in confusion, and then it hits him. “Jesus Christ.” He swallows his drink in one go.
Don't Say You're Sorry (Hawthorne University #2)
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