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Chapter 18 : Brewing Trouble

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I stirred the coffee in front of me more than I actually drank it. Daniel, of course, noticed.

“You know, most people come to cafés for caffeine, not for arm workouts,” my brother said, flashing his signature grin as he plopped down across from me.

I gave him a flat look. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Not when my baby sister looks like someone stole her sunshine.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Or maybe… like someone stole her husband.”

I groaned. “Don’t start, Dan.”

“Start wh
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