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Chapter 93: Grass, Laughter, Us
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2026-05-28 09:09:57POV: Claire Desmond
The sharp, citrus sting of a peeled orange cut through the stale scent of Manhattan exhaust lingering in my lungs. Gareth peeled it with a practiced, one-handed efficiency, his other hand draped casually over the steering wheel of the white VW Golf. His thumb dug into the rind, a soft snap echoing in the cabin before the mist of essential oils filled the air.
"Want some?"
He offer
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