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Twenty-Six: Diggy's Diner

Auteur: B.E Belle
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-21 23:48:01

Gianna

Shit.

I glance over at the clock again, like it might change its mind.

12:03 p.m.

Just great.

Two weeks here and my routine is officially unrecognizable, sleeping late, eating whenever, having other people at my beck and call. Which should bother me but for whatever reason it doesn't.

Dmitry has been painfully polite since the kitchen incident, keeping a respectful distance, making sure not to speak out of turn like we're both pretending we didn't nearly kiss that day. It's almost wors
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