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... s across Levi’s face, accentuating the lines of worry etched on his forehead. He swirled the remaining whiskey in his glass, the ice clinking softly, a counterpoint to the turmoil raging within him. He had already downed several drinks, the burn of the alcohol a temporary anaesthetic against the gnawing anxiety that had taken root in his gut.
Chris slid into the booth opposite him, his expression a mixture of concern and amusement. "Whoa, slow down there, Levi," he said, gesturing toward ...
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