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Chapter 160: Three Days Without Waking Up
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... ront of Black’s gate, the cold metal of the railing pressing against her palms, tapping her heels on the cracked asphalt, waiting for a reply.
The morning air smelled faintly of gasoline and damp earth, and a light breeze tugged at her white hair.
"Has he forgotten I told him I will be coming over?" she asked, dissatisfaction knotting her stomach. Her breath misted in the cool air.
"Okay, if he’s not coming out in two minutes, I’m leaving for work." She folded her arms on ...
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