08/03/2026 18:43

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I drove back to the rink. Business as usual. That call last night didn't come from Olie,either. Grace under fire personified.

Le strolled up and down the time line with his hands in the pockets ofhis teal blue Dockers. I can feel it. The little room waslocated next door to the furnace room and apparently absorbed heat inthrough the walls. It irked him that she had that kind of control when he felt wild inside,when he wanted to scream at her and shake her.