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LENNOX
I knew I had to step back and let him pass, but before he could go, I reached out and grabbed his wrist, whispering in his ear, "You're not alone, Ashton."
He took a deep breath, his expression almost breaking through the barriers he had erected. However, he responded, "I have to take this call." I watched as he strode down the hallway with purpose and disappeared into the second lounge, closing the door behind him.
Davin guided me to the aisle of bunks, speaking in a hushed voice. "You don't want to get involved in that," he warned. "They've been at odds for years."
Running both hands through my hair, I replied softly, "I can't just stand by and watch Sandro tear him apar
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