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Chapter 13: Tyler's texts

Author: Dammy Dimples
last update publish date: 2026-03-07 23:59:07

They started heading back when dusk slowly began to approach, but the clouds were beginning to gather like a quiet conspiracy overhead. They rolled in thick, and heavy, swallowing the sun inch by inch.

Everyone could feel it, from the whispers against the trees to the steady gush that tugged at their clothes. It sent loose strands of Tessa's hair dancing wildly across her face.

It was going to rain, the scent of it was already beginning to linger in the air.

She tilted her head back to loo
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