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“Baby!” Royce yells from behind me. I spin around, eyes wide. “What?” He tosses a basketball at me and I catch it with a thud as he takes long strides toward me. My fingers twitch over a lump that’s taped to the ball. I still, my stomach dropping to the ground when I see the white gold diamond ring that’s glistening against the burned orange sun.
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