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The Measuring Tape

Autor: Barbie
last update Data de publicação: 2026-10-28 04:07:40

Chapter 8: The Measuring Tape

I woke up at dawn, and I was furious.

Not at the alarm. Not at the sun coming through the curtains. At myself.

Because the first thing I remembered was the purring. Then the kiss on my palm. Then my own voice, low and stupid, saying two words I would never be able to take back.

Then look.

I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. I turned the tap to cold and splashed my face until my skin hurt. Then I put both hands on the sink and looked at the woman in
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