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Fifty-Three
Kiara turned around to see her favorite face holding a smirk.
“What are you doing here?” She asked in a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Nobody was supposed to have seen her little theft.
“It’s Saturday,” he stated, as if it was obvious he’d track her down after she said she’d be unavailable.
“It is, but I don’t see Batman.” She arched a brow. His smirk turned into a full-blown laugh, and
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