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I softly tipped up her chin so she could see me, see for real how sorry I was. How desperately I wanted to fix my fuck up. “He asked me, Jupe. That’s all,” she whispered. My heart thumped. I took a step in, stealing the rest of the air between us as I caged my body around hers. “You haven’t called me Jupe since we were kids.”
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