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Chapter 8 — The Name

Author: ChupiCha
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*POV Derby*

The longer I sat alone in my apartment, the harder it became to ignore my curiosity.

By eight o'clock, I'd given up pretending I wasn't thinking about him. I settled onto my worn couch, balancing my laptop across my knees., The apartment stayed dark except for the pale glow spilling from the laptop screen.

**Just look him up, I told myself. That's all." Five minutes, maybe less. I'd satisfy my curiosity, close the browser, and finally move on.. Besides, Jordan Vasquez couldn't
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