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... is ears, even if the irritability was gritted , He clenched his fists and tensed his muscles, but he still couldn't control it. He was like a volcano that was suppressed to the extreme. It would either erupt or self-destruct.
"Ryan!" Lance yelled, his lungs pumping like a blower.
Outside the office, Ryan Kavalaugh was sitting in front of a desk, wearing a lake blue shirt with sleeves simply rolled up to the elbows, formal with a comfortable casualness, he was fiddling with His own ...
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