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Chapter 83

I set the table for us. I set the kitchen island, rather. The pan with the frittata. Cut up fruits. Butter. Jam. Toast. A croissant from yesterday. A plate of sausages. I wanted us to feast, together.

When Felix arrived, his hair were wet, and he was wearing a nicer pair of grey sweats and a t shi...

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