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“So, I’m Georgia,” the curly-haired woman said, flicking aside a red ringlet.

“I’m Tanner,” the guy said.

The third in the group sat silently, staring at her food on the table with a determined frown.

The redhead sighed. “And she’s Samantha.”

“She’s against this,” continued Tanner, pushing his g...

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