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, like it knew so

mbled slightly as she clutched the strap of her bag, the only thing keeping her grounded in this unfamiliar city. Behind her was a pa

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. Not rich. Not poor. Just... neat. Controlled. Like the kind o

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exactly the same: silver-rimmed glasses, tightly pulled-

ing aside. "Shoes off, bag by t

epped inside. The house smelled

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all the pieces. Ava hugged her tight, her bl

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most

to the war zone. Let's

and inside jokes about lecturers who had egos the size o

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ed away, leaving smoke

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s about danger. He's magnetic, yeah. But magnet

a no

didn't

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