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... he memory hit him, and he turned his head toward the spectator stands, gaze locking on the one person he had almost forgotten.
Maria.
She sat there, biting her fingernails, her posture tense, eyes wide and restless. The moment their gazes collided, her entire body went stiff. She flinched, her hand freezing mid-bite, and her head turned slightly as if trying to break eye contact. But it was already too late.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit! Maria cursed inwardly, panic crash ...
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