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CHAPTER SEVEN: PLAGIARIZED HEART

Author: Ando Writes
last update publish date: 2026-03-26 05:57:37

By the time my shift ended, I was running on autopilot mode. I had spent the entire day pretending everything was fine; smiling at customers, getting orders right just enough not to get fired, ignoring Karl’s relentless commentary but the words hadn’t left me. ‘You might be in trouble.’ It sat at the back of my mind like a ticking clock; So instead of going home after my shift, I went looking for him.

The rugby field was louder than I expected, not just noise but the energy. Sharp whistles
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