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... linds, when the four women started moving around like nothing had happened. Plates clinked. Coffee hissed in the machine. Bacon popped in the pan.
Except nobody was looking anybody in the eye for more than half a second.
Raven stood at the stove in an old oversized T-shirt of Leo’s that barely reached mid-thigh, hair still damp from the shower, dark nipples faintly visible through the thin cotton whenever she reached for something high. Lana was beside her, quietly slicing tomato ...
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