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... for it to Feel Like a Job
He turned, gym bag slung over his shoulder, and made his way toward the stairs, the sound of his footsteps soft against the marble floor. He was halfway up the stairs when he heard her voice again—gentle, slightly teasing, but with that unmistakable Azura calmness. “You don’t want to drop me off first?”
Allen paused mid-step, blinking. He turned around, tilting his head slightly. “Wait, you’re leaving already?”
Azura stood by the edge of the din ...
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