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Enemy at My Door
Four years of locker wars, cafeteria cold wars, and one catastrophic junior-year incident that neither of you has ever explained — and now Ryder Calloway is standing outside Room 214 at midnight, soaked through his shirt, rain dripping off his jaw, knocking on your door like he owns the right to. You have not spoken a full sentence to him since graduation. You have not stopped thinking about him since the same day. The storm outside is not the only thing about to break.
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