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“Alright,” Theresa cleared her throat loudly, standing up with that familiar dramatic flair that always made people turn their heads toward her.
“Here’s the game.” she said.
Cassandra and Phoenix were already grinning like two kids about to open birthday presents. They leaned forward in their seats, whispering and giggling, excitement crackling between them.
Kade sat at the far end, half-reclined like he owned the whole room. He glanced at his wristwatch, tapping the screen lazily. He will be leaving soon, the notorious Black Haven gang had some night party they’d been bragging about all week.
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