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Chapter 275: Ethan Walsh – “Tuesday, Just Tuesday”
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... ing lot was almost empty now—just Clara's little gray Renault, engine humming softly, headlights off, and the driver's window half down. She leaned back, one elbow on the window frame, hair messily tucked behind one ear, her eyes fixed on the stadium doors as if they still mattered.
Demien crossed without hurrying. He opened the passenger door, tossed his bag into the back seat, and sat down. No greeting. No apology. Just a silence that didn't ask for either.
She released the han ...
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