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Chapter 132

作者: Billie Patsy
last update 公開日: 2026-02-19 14:40:12

The motel room felt smaller on my day off. No shift to rush to, no shelves to stock, no customers asking for cigarettes or lottery tickets.

Just me, the hum of the mini-fridge, and the faint smell of yesterday’s takeout still clinging to the curtains.

I’d ordered pad thai from the place down the street—cheap, spicy, enough to fill the quiet for a while.

The plastic container sat open on the small table, steam curling up, chopsticks resting on the lid. I was halfway through when my phone buzz
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