137- Because Apparently I Like My Men Cursed And Clingy

KACIA

After collecting my keys from where Tracey dropped them, I tap on the boot of the car. The metal is warm under my knuckles.

“Uh, Tracey? Where do you actually live? And is there a safe way for us to drop you off there?” I ask awkwardly. This is so weird. It feels like I’ve kidnapped someon...

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