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YOU AGAIN

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-05 19:14:30

BRIAN

"You again."

I set my glass down hard enough that it rang against the marble.

"Funny how that works." Weston slid into the space beside me at the bar like he'd been standing there all along. "Same drink as last time?"

"I'm not doing small talk tonight."

"Fine. Donors at nine o'clock. Smile for the cameras, then we can go back to hating each other."

"I don't hate you. Hate requires effort. You're more like a rash."

"A charming rash."

"A persistent one."

A photographer swung toward us, lens
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