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Chapter 169: Flight to Forgiveness
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... he time the car dropped me off at Miller’s building, it was almost 3AM.
Heavy rain was pouring down. It was the kind that soaked through clothes in seconds. I hadn’t bothered with an umbrella. I just wanted to get here.
When I reached Miller’s door, I was drenched and shivering, my buzz cut dripping water down my neck. My hand trembled slightly as I pressed the doorbell then knocked loudly when there was no immediate response.
A minute later, the door finally opened.
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