Chapter 7 Seven

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Cole pushed open the apartment door with his spare key, balancing two takeout bags and a tray of iced coffees in his hands. “Rai? You better not be ignoring my texts again, man. I brought your favorite greasy noodles and....” He stopped dead in the living room.

The place was...

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