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... oise crashed into me first. Laughter. Music. Clinking glasses. Wolves talking over one another like it was the most normal thing in existence.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
The time loop restarting.
Again.
My heels were planted on polished marble. My fingers were wrapped around a cold bottle of champagne again. My hair—black, sleek, unfamiliar—fell over my shoulders. The dress clung to me like it hated modesty. Short. Thin straps. Too tight in places it wanted atten ...
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