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... with just the flicker of a streetlight sneaking through the blinds. Kim closed the door behind us, her red crop top crumpled from the day, her bag slung over her shoulder. The clock on the wall read nine, the hours at the amusement park—screaming on roller coasters, losing at rigged ring toss—leaving us wiped.
Kim looked lighter, though, her smile softer, despite Cora’s creepy vibe lingering like a bad aftertaste. I still couldn’t bring myself to ask if she was behind Karim’s shit—those ...
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