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... dumb meme Yvaine had just sent me. Something about a guy trying to deep-throat a corn dog and nearly dying for it—quality content.
I hadn’t thought Ashton would still be awake. Definitely hadn’t expected him to be sitting dead center in the living room like some kind of final boss, staring straight at the door.
Our eyes met. Shit.
My grin froze. I snapped my phone shut too hard and wobbled sideways, pressing my fingers to my temples.
"Drank way too much," I mumble ...
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