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... ill taste her lip gloss.
He turned to the passing student, a tall girl with chrome braids, striding away with her nose darted upwards like she’d just sniffed a urinal.
"Love you too," Ezra sarcastically called out to her, deadpan.
Sage smirked, looking unbothered. "Ignore her. She’s probably still bitter that her last male caught the Fade and started chewing on the couch."
Ezra felt a chill down his spine at the mention of the fade. That condition that only infect ...
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