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... , jolting me out of my thoughts abruptly. I wiped my hands on my flour-dusted apron and squinted at the screen. I picked up the phone, seeing Aria’s name flashing on the screen.
I hesitated, a little before swiping to answer.
"Hey, Arii," I said, trying to sound casual, like my entire world hadn’t tilted sideways just hours ago.
"Girl, where the hell have you been?" she demanded, her voice a sharp mix of concern and accusation.
I winced, already bracing for the st ...
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