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The Matchmaker

Author: Bree
last update publish date: 2026-09-24 05:38:48

Gabby’s POV

It was Yuna.

“Not yet, Yuna. But soon though.”

“Ugh. I came by your place to drop off the stuff my mom made for you. The kimchi and bulgogi are still warm in the thermal bag.”

I smiled genuinely. Yuna and I had been attached at the hip since freshman year…same lectures, same panic over midterms, same late-night study sessions.

She lived in the dorms while I lived off-campus in one of those aggressively secure buildings full of trust-fund kids and twenty-four-hour doormen.

I hated
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