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... ching the girl crouched on the floor like she belonged there. "What are you doing?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended. Predictably, she flinched. She always did that—every time I moved, spoke, or even looked at her too long.
I’d carried her here myself after patching up her foot, thinking at least she’d be more comfortable in my room. That meant saying goodbye to Sofia, the brunette I was supposed to spend the day with. Great trade-off—sex for babysitting.
She sat there on ...
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