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Chapter 2: Unraveled Invitations
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... a nail through wood. I rolled over, my hand fumbling across the nightstand until I found my phone. 5:30 AM. The numbers glowed harsh and unforgiving in the darkness of my cramped apartment.
My feet hit the cold floor, and I winced. The radiator must have quit again. A shiver ran through me as I padded across the room, careful not to wake Madison sleeping on the pull-out couch. The gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath the pile of blankets brought a smile to my face, despite the ungod ...
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