Chapter 24 THE CONNONDRUM

RYAN

The girls' dorm smells like popcorn and overpriced candles—something vanilla-sugar-meets-sandalwood. Rae's sprawled on the beanbag chair with her laptop half-open, one socked foot planted on the coffee table. Emma's on the floor next to her, cross-legged, scribbling on a yellow legal pad w...

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