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... nd wet coats on a night like this. I claimed a corner booth, legs bouncing under the table. This wasn’t buzzing me like it should—Cora was a wildcard, all sharp edges and quiet stares, and I’d let her drag me into this "date" without much fight. Felt more like walking a ledge than chasing a spark.
I fished a smoke from my pack, flicked the lighter, and pulled in deep. The rain hammered the window like it had a grudge, blurring the streetlights into smears. My eyes drifted to Kim’s car ou ...
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