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2025-01-31 21:00:53Demitri
Watching Lucas lounge around, casually amused by the situation, I feel the tension coil even tighter. Every part of me wants to throw them out, lock the doors, and keep Alissia to myself. But I agreed to this ridiculous arrangement, so here we are, all trying to make sense of a damn lullaby while balancing on the edge of a fragile truce.
Lucas breaks my thoughts, giving me that lazy, observant look of his. “You know,” he starts, voice low and deliberate. “Have you ever considered that Alissia might have ADHD or something? I mean, think about it—she’s all about keeping control, always shifting her focus, diving into everything at full speed…”
I groan, rubbing my temples. “Lucas, now’s not the time for an armchair diagnosis,” I snap. “We’ve got bigger issues&m
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