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Deals, Daughters, and Defibrillators

Penulis: Krystal Bahmz
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-27 16:19:56

The group chat stared at me from the corner of my phone screen, taunting.

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I leaned back in my chair, spinning slowly with my toes brushing the floor, rolling my stylus across the desk. My monitor was still cluttered with chairs, lights, and numbers. My brain needed something that wasn’t a blueprint.

I tapped.

Hazel had left twenty-three unread notifications from last night, when I’d been busy getting proposed to in a room full of old men and crystal. Rhea had followed with a fi
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