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Chapter 105: Jordy

Penulis: Jewella
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-16 02:50:00
Jordan~

The studio is unlocked when I get there, which already puts me in a bad mood.

It shouldn’t matter. If anything, it’s convenient. But unlocked means someone else beat me here, means the day started without my permission, means I’m late even when I’m not.

I flick the lights on anyway.

The room wakes up in sections. Fluorescent strips hum overhead. Dust lifts and settles.

There’s this smell of paint and warm plastic plus a faint metallic tang that never fully leaves no matter
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