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Two Hundred And Seventy-Eight
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2026-03-25 19:04:30Echo POV
An hour later, one long, painful, soul-crushing hour, she finally walks out of the back dressed again in jeans and a hoodie that do nothing to hide how fucking beautiful she is. I am on my feet before my brain catches up.
Glitch grabs my arm. “Don’t.”
“I'm not touching her,” I snarl, ripping free. “I know the goddamn rules.”
I
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