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“Not this man,” she says, her eyes drifting over to me for a moment. “I know him.”

“Do you, Kinsley?” I ask. “Do you know me?”

She takes a sip of her coffee and winces at its bitterness. Her green eyes are sharp with accusation. “It’s honestly so unoriginal. The confident jock who gets away with l...

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