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A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

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dinner proceeded without further incident, but the tension stayed beneath the polished surface.

In the elevator back to our floor, finally alone, I let out the breath I’d been holding.

“You didn’t need to defend me.”

“I know you can handle it.” His voice was quiet. “But I don’t like it when people talk about you that way.”

“Why?”

The question came out more continue reading …

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