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CHAPTER 15: It Concerns You

ผู้เขียน: Lamie Rose
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-07-14 01:00:47

Adeline’s POV

—

Draft number FOUR dies the same way the first three did.

I stare at the paragraph for another few seconds, hoping it will somehow improve if I look at it long enough. It doesn't. With a sigh, I drag the cursor across the page and delete almost half of it.

"So dramatic."

I don't bother looking up. "You weren't even watching.”

"I heard the aggressive backspace."

That makes me glance across the room.

Clara is sprawled upside down on my couch with one leg hanging over the armrest,
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