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FIFTY-EIGHT

Two hours later, we had music playing out of a speaker while everyone was hanging out in the open yard area behind the townhouses. Zed was grilling, and Teagan was playing football with the rest of the guys minus Rocco while I sat at a plastic picnic table.

My back was against the edge of the table while my legs were sprawled out in front of me, mostly-bare thanks to the jean shorts I had on. The sun felt nice on my skin, and the light breeze kept the yard from getting too hot.

Listening to ...

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