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CHAPTER 25 - OUR FAVORITE LANGUAGE

Author: Dirty Diana
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-05 15:21:19

"–and you weren't there, Rhys. That's the point."

"I was at practice."

"You're always at practice. And Caleb is always exactly where I am, saying exactly the right thing at exactly the right time, and I'm standing there being defended by the person who destroyed me because the person I'm actually with couldn't be bothered to show up."

His jaw tightened. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, doing that thing where his whole body went still and controlled while his eyes gave a
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