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didn’t shout, threaten, or posture. He simply protected the fuel nozzle in his hand and the memories in his truck bed, absorbing each taunt as if he’d heard far worse from life itself. The Lamborghini, the sunglasses, the tiny dog—they were props in a performance he refused to join. Only when the tarp vanished did the script disintegrate. Twelve flawless continue reading …
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