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Chapter Eighteen

Boston

Nerves hit me as we pull into the driveway.

“You good?” Linc asks as we open the front door, the smell of homemade pizza hitting us in the face. Laughing, he mutters taking a deep breath of the heavenly aroma of tomato, basil, cheese, and homemade dough, “damn, that smells good. I t...

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