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I moaned out his name

Author: Favor V April
last update publish date: 2026-01-24 22:59:24

The restaurant was quiet now. I’d just served the last table, a couple who couldn’t stop bickering about the bill. I waited near the back while they took their sweet time. My feet ached from standing all day, and my lower back felt like it had been put through a grinder. I wasn’t in the mood to smile or make conversation anymore. I just wanted to go home, shower, and melt into my couch.

They finally left at exactly 8PM. Claire helped me close up shop and flip chairs onto tables, sweeping and lo
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