“Jeez, what an ugly bookshelf,” Tayce mutters, following
my gaze.
Rory comes up beside me. “Are they the F or Dummies
books? Looks like the whole collection? I can’t imagine Rafe
reading those.”
“He doesn’t,” I whisper, my throat going thick.
“Well, who does then?”
I swallow. “Me.”
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— May 07, 2026 02:10AM
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