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18. All From Him

作者: Marugy
last update 公開日: 2026-05-14 07:34:30

Marissa POV

I woke up with a start, the morning light stabbing through the gaps in my curtains like an accusation. My hand instinctively scrambled across the nightstand, fumbling for my phone. The screen flickered to life, blinding me for a second, but then I saw them. A literal mountain of notifications.

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

Silver Mask: It is been 35 minutes since you left me on read, Zaika.

𝖲𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗄: It is been an hour now.

𝖲𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗄: Two hours. I am starting to t
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