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Chapter 56: mine

Penulis: Monica moon
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-29 05:24:27

Chapter 56:

Mine

By evening, Steve lay awake, Ken's head heavy on his chest, the steady rhythm of their breathing the only sound. Last night's question still hung between them. Who are we? Steve had given pieces of an answer, but the full truth stuck in his throat.

He slipped out of bed. In the kitchen, he started the coffee maker and checked overnight reports. The rumor mill had slowed but not stopped; fresh whispers linked their names to speculation about the acquisition's true motives. Car
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