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Chapter 22
The diner had always been like a second home to me. I'd worked there for years, both before and since I was bitten that night. It had provided a constant in my life when I'd needed it, it was my daily dose of normal. I valued working alongside people who simply knew me as Maggie, not as a werewolf, certainly not as a rare female wolf. At the diner I was just me, with no other identities attached.
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