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Exactly What I Feared
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2025-12-26 00:01:23Adrian
Miguel suggested the amusement park the way one might suggest a walk around the block.Casually, and lightly, as if he was not dropping a grenade into the center of my carefully managed existence.“No.” It left my mouth instantly, sharp and absolute. Miguel did not react. He simply kept tying Kayla’s shoelaces, his movements unhurried and patient. She sat on the edge of the sofa, her legs swinging, watching him with wide, curious eyes.
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