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Book 2: December the 12th

Auteur: Maxwell
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-11 02:57:31

The plane hummed steady under us, clouds bright outside the window. Steven, my fiancé, had the window seat, one arm around my shoulders, the other holding a cold beer. James sat across the aisle scrolling his phone, and Sam was two rows up with his long legs stretched out, already half-asleep with his headphones on.

It's December, and we're on our way to huwai.

“A full month of sun and no emails,” Steven said, squeezing me closer. “You ready for this?”

I leaned into him, smiling. “I’ve be
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