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44.

ผู้เขียน: Charlie Eden
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HAYLEY

“A man that loves to cook is a big deal, Hayley.”

I drop a large pumpkin decor on a shelf and turn to face Corey. “Okay, first of all—who are you? And what have you done with my friend?”

Corey rolls her eyes as she arranges stacks of unused sales pamphlets in orderly fashion. She's been smiling since the conversation on Harold came up, and it doesn't seem to be wearing off anytime soon.

“Seriously” I continue, “where's my randy, horny best friend? You know, the one that thinks football
Charlie Eden

Hayley's father has returned home. But what do you make of his return?

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