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Chapter 5

Author: Nine Maples
At dinner, Daryl ordered takeout. He'd gotten eight or nine fondue platters, more than the table could really hold.

Brooke's eyes lit up. "Daryl, you really know how to order. I'm obsessed with every single one of these."

I scanned the spread over and over. In the end, I just picked at a few bites of plain bread and vegetables. Every platter was smothered in a thick layer of melted cheese — the rich, heavy kind that I could barely stomach.

A moment later, Daryl slid a glass of water toward me
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