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... g the alley, Arin's words kept repeating in my mind—

"Let's see."

The way he looked at me—so intense, like he'd already decided I was guilty. My heart was racing, but I gripped the handlebars, trying not to show it.

It was a quiet summer evening, but inside, I was all over the place. The ride home didn't take long, but at every turn, I kept thinking about the crazy stuff that happened today—Nami pulling away, Arin's eyes looking right through me, and that weird blame just ...

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