Chapter 12 Stab Wounds And Scars

Raynelle

We sat in an awkwardly comfortable silence for what felt like hours.

“You never really told me why you didn't like my apartment.”

He stared at me like I had grown horns. “It's the size of a shoebox with horrible insulation–”

“Not that,” I cut him off sharply. “You've been saying it s...

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