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Chapter 4 _ The Key

ผู้เขียน: Author Rex
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The apartment smelled like fresh paint and money. Not the cheap kind I was used to—the kind that came from a spray can in a dollar store—but real paint, the expensive low-VOC stuff rich people used so they wouldn’t get headaches.

I stood in the middle of the living room with the key still warm in my palm, staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the river.

Two bedrooms. A kitchen with appliances that actually worked. Furniture that didn’t come from a thrift store
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