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- Russ Holliday
Fumbled Again. The door slammed shut behind him, keys jingling as Russ tossed them onto the counter. He reeked of last night—cheap whiskey, sweat, and whatever cologne he’d borrowed from Tyler. His hoodie was half-zipped, tank top wrinkled,…
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