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Jasmine

My apartment suddenly felt different with Davin inside it. Smaller. More personal.

Davin looked around. I crossed my arms. “What?”

“Nothing.”

I eyed him. “You’re absolutely judging my couch.”

“Well… It’s aggressively patterned.”

I huffed, feigning annoyance. “You know, I think you should...

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