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Borrowed Clothes and Broken Promises

Aria's POV

My apartment felt like a pressure cooker after the controlled chaos of the clinic. A week. A whole week of replaying that car ride, the way Dante's touch, even through my stupid dress, had felt like a brand. I shuddered, trying to shake it off, but the memory clung like static.

I was star...

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