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Does Maya Know?
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2025-06-11 21:01:37Troy
Outside, the temperature had dropped further. Fiona immediately wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.
"Two blocks that way," I said, pointing.
She took three steps, wobbling on her heels, before stopping. "I can't. My feet are killing me."
"Are you serious right now?"
"These shoes weren't made for walking, Troy. They were made for standing around looking pretty at parties where everything you need is brought to you on silver trays."
I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or just brutally honest. Either way, it was probably the most self-aware thing she'd said all night.
"Fine. Take them off and I'll carry you again."
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