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... urrowed as he sat up, scanning the room for any sign of Ava. Nothing.
’Maybe she has already left for work,’ he thought, sighing as he ruffled his hair. It didn’t surprise him. Nowadays, she didn’t wait for him to wake up like she used to, nor did she bother to serve breakfast to him. A pang of sadness flickered through him, but he pushed it aside.
Groaning, Dylan rubbed his temples as a dull ache pulsed through his head. "Why the hell did I drink so much?" he muttered, hauling h ...
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