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“I can’t believe you beat me,” I groan, sitting in the driver’s seat of my rose-gold Maserati with Windsor in the passenger seat, Creed behind me, and an empty spot where Miranda would be if she weren’t making out with Jessie Maker in the back of Brianna Chow’s yellow Mustang.

Tristan leans on the d...

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