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... all out the moment I hear the familiar beeps of the penthouse door unlocking.
They’re back. About time.
As much as I love tagging along like the professional third wheel I’ve perfected myself into, there was no way I was sitting through an entire golf course crawl full of crusty old men trying to one-up each other over swing speeds. Not my scene.
So here I am—stretched out on the couch, living my best slacker life, one sock half-off, TV muted, and a plate of leftover past ...
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