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“Look who it is,” Axel said hatefully. “Did you enjoy the other night?” There went Axel and me pretending the other person didn’t exist. “What the hell does that mean?” Donovan must have told him we’d been together Saturday night. “If you don’t know, that makes it all worse.” He scowled at me, dripping animosity. “I warned him about you.” “He invited me there.” Donovan wasn’t the victim, no matter how badly Axel wanted him to be. “He must be jealous.” Egan waved him off. “Just ignore him. I want to show you something anyway.” He held his phone out to me, and I scanned the news article about a dumpster fire and that June had been identified. It made sense that it had already hit the internet, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t get deemed newsworthy. The more publicity it got, the likelier we’d
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