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You Still Let Him In

作者: Netty Writes
last update 公開日: 2026-04-10 23:19:10

Imani POV

I sit in the kitchen with Canon, having him try dishes for the new menu.

“I miss coming over to your house,” he says.

I smile. “I missed you too, Canon,” I reply.

Canon has always been my favorite of the four brothers. He’s the youngest at 19, and he used to follow me around everywhere when I first met him.

“You not leaving again, right?” he asks.

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t plan on it,” I say. Even saying that feels heavier than it should, like something is already waiting to test
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