Chapter 39
NATE
“This fucking girl.”
Charles purrs louder.
I send the St. Paul address.
Me: Unless that’s too far. I don’t know how close you live.
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NATE
“This fucking girl.”
Charles purrs louder.
I send the St. Paul address.
Me: Unless that’s too far. I don’t know how close you live.