Chapter 107 The Girl He Was Ashamed to Love

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The visitor lot was half-dark. Two of the security lights near the back had burned out, so the far rows sat in shadow. My car was in the shadow. Of course it was.

He was leaning against it.

Black hoodie, hood down, hair still wet from the showers. Gear bag at his feet. Hands in the front p...

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