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Watching

作者: Kelly's Write
last update publish date: 2026-08-14 14:17:59

Chapter 7: Watching

Asher

I used to needle Elias because it was funny. Somewhere in the last week, that had quietly stopped being the reason.

I still did it. Maybe more than before, actually — small comments at breakfast, a hand too close to his on the way out the door, a look held a half-second longer than it needed to be during warmup. All of it read as the same old rivalry to anyone watching. It wasn’t the same, and I knew it wasn’t, and I kept doing it anyway because it was still the
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