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PANIC ATTACK 2: HE WON!!!

Penulis: MAFIA FANATIC
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-08 23:22:26
[CARLTON’S POV]

"I jumped anyway."

I wait.

"I came in last," she says. "By a significant margin. One girl finished, got out of the pool, dried her hair, and I was still swimming."

She looks at me seriously. "I was terrible, Carlton. Historically bad. I think they changed a rule because of me."

"That's not encouraging, Mom."

"I'm not finished." She takes my hands in hers, both of them, cold inside warm. "I came in last and I cried in the changing room for ten minutes and then I came out an
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same chapter again!
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I’m not sure why but you have updated the same chapter 3 times!
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