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... gravity—mostly. I’d graduated from sleepwear to sweatpants, and for once, the house was quiet. Until Adrien’s car pulled up out front like it belonged in a Bond film and not a suburban driveway.
Aria was in the kitchen, pretending to make tea but 100% conducting surveillance, Leo was filming a "What The Rich Drive" vlog on the porch (unapproved and unnoticed, obviously), and Dad was wiping imaginary dust off the living room window like it owed him fifteen years of unpaid child support. < ...
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