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... . good.
No—great.
I wasn’t mad at the food.
I was mad at him.
Mad at his dumb, overbearing clan.
Mad at myself—furious—for getting caught like some rookie thief in the night. For failing. For ending up here, in a place where I didn’t belong, wearing his shirt, eating his food, and breathing in the lingering scent of him that clung to every corner of this damn room.
But the food? It wasn’t the enemy.
So, I ate.
Bite after bite, I let ...
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