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65. The Truth Between Us.

Auteur: Denny Ink
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-31 23:07:58
Aria

The evening wound down like a slowly.

Mae had finally left after extracting a promise from me to call her "the moment anything interesting happens" her words, not mine and Caelum had fallen asleep on the couch, his small body curled up like a comma

Marcus helped me carry the dishes to the kitchen, and we worked in companionable silence, washing and drying the dishes and putting them away. It felt domestic and natural.

"Mae is quite the character," Marcus said, while drying a plate with a k
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