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An Animal Shelter?

Penulis: Nessa
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-31 19:00:21

Rachel POV

I sat at my vanity table, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I wasn't ready. Wasn't ready to go back to campus, to walk those halls, to see the pity or the whispers. And I definitely wasn't ready to see him.

Eli.

I sighed, the sound frustrated and heavy in the quiet room. Never in my life had I wanted to hide from Eli before.

I picked up my brush, dragging it through my hair with mechanical strokes. I had no choice, though. I can't skip sch
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