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chapter 21

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The laughter from the courtyard still echoed faintly as we drifted toward the dorms. The campus lights flickered to life, painting long shadows across the lawn.

Carlson lingered close, his hand brushing mine every few steps deliberate enough to set my nerves on fire but subtle enough no one else would notice. Or maybe they did. Sandy’s sharp glance made my skin prickle.

She called out playfully, “Seniors, aren’t you going back to your condo? Or do you want to stay here with us?”

Neither of us a
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