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... iped down the last table at Moonlit Velvet. My feet ached. My back screamed. But I couldn’t stop moving—not yet.
"Aria!"
My boss’s voice cut through the noise of the closing restaurant. I straightened, smoothing my apron with trembling fingers.
"Yes, Mr. Garrett?"
He stood by the register, arms crossed, face twisted in disgust. "Table seven. Someone puked all over the floor."
My stomach dropped. "But I wasn’t—"
"Don’t care." He pulled out a twenty ...
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