I Hate That I Love You: Episode 12 – Embers
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The clatter of my house keys as I dropped them on my kitchen counter echoed throughout the space. I didn’t bother turning on the lights when I walked through my townhouse’s front door. The day and night had been long as hell. And I couldn’t decide if the gravity of it was because we were so close to the event or because I hadn’t seen or spoken to Jazzy since that day at Kings Theatre.
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