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... rate face and heard the crack in his voice when he talked about being alone every time he closed his eyes.
The new construction made the usual creaks and settling sounds, but the workshop was otherwise quiet. Greg’s mind wouldn’t stop talking.
"Fucking hell... why did I even care about this stupid-ass idea?"
"Maybe I changed little by little because of the break I had with the Crimson Falcons." Greg sighed while groping his face.
He had made up his mind by the tim ...
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