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brown skin, serious eyes, and a blazer a little too big in the shoulders. His name tag read Mateo Ruiz.
Mateo looked terrified but determined. “I mean… if she wants. I sit at table nine. No one sits there after Peyton told them not to. But I do.”
Peyton’s face twisted. “Shut up, Mateo.”
Not because Peyton continue reading …
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