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Chapter 2: Lost without you
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... weighing down every step. Her feet ached from standing all day, and her fingers were stiff from hours of typing, lifting, and serving. The scent of stale beer and cheap cologne hit her the moment she pushed open the door. The living room was a mess—empty beer bottles, crumpled fast-food wrappers, and a pair of dirty socks strewn across the couch. The television blared a video game’s chaotic explosions, and in the middle of it all, slouched back with a controller in hand, was Ryan.
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