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His Rules

Penulis: Neena
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-09 18:43:06

Kai

I’m sitting by the window in my studio, staring out at nothing in particular, when I see her.

She’s standing on the lawn near the driveway with her phone pressed to her ear, pacing back and forth in these small tight circles like she can’t stand still.

I can’t hear what she’s saying from up here, can’t make out the words, but I can see her body language well enough to know it’s not a good conversation.

She stops pacing and brings her free hand up to her face, wiping at her eyes with the hee
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