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rigid. She’d seen it too.
My phone buzzed in my pocket again. I pulled it out.
Same unknown number: I’m sorry. That text was meant for someone else. Please delete it. Please.
Derek was watching me now, and his face had changed. The smugness was replaced by something sharper, warier. He’d realized his mistake.
But it was too late. Because now I understood:continue reading …
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