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He had that same proprietary tilt to his chin, looking like a retraction waiting to happen—polished on the surface, but messy if you checked the sources.
You always were a terrible liar, Julian, and that suit is doing things to your integrity that I find personally offensive.
You looked like a problem in that vintage university sweatshirt, specifically the kind of problem I’ve spent ten years trying to solve.
She looked at me across the crowded alumni tent, her smile a footnote to a story we hadn’t finished writing ten years ago.
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She leaned back against the mahogany bar, the condensation from her gin and tonic dripping onto a wrist that hadn't aged a day.
I was a senior associate with a corner-office trajectory and a closet full of charcoal wool, yet I let him unmake me.
The salt on your neck was a seasoning I hadn't prepared for, sharp and minerals-heavy against the dull sweetness of the hotel's cheap champagne.
Caleb tasted like expensive rye and ten years of things we didn't have the guts to say while Elena watched us with that hungry, terrifying smile.