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... At least, that’s what I thought—until she showed up with a box big enough to fit a body and a look in her eyes that screamed, "I’m about to ruin your life, sweetly."
Not just any box. A designer suitcase box thingy with satin handles and golden latches that probably cost more than my tuition. She wheeled it in like she owned the place.
Because she kind of does.
"I brought clothes," she said.
"For what?" I blinked.
She tilted her head. "For our weekend toge ...
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