Chapter 90 Manipulation Feels This Way

“Drink this,” Carol handed a mug of cinnamon tea to me. I lazily grabbed it from her hand. I was curled in her couch, knees pressed together.

I took a sip and flinched. “It’s hot.” I complained, placing the mug on the small table in my front. I sneezed, covering my nose.

Carol slouched beside me, ...

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