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NOT TWELVE - Maria
MARIA POV The autumn sun warmed my face as I settled down on the picnic blanket in the quad, my to-go box balanced on my lap. It wasn’t the best setup, but it was peaceful. I sighed contentedly, twisting my fork into the pasta, the scent of garlic and olive oil mingling with the crisp, earthy air. Across from me, Dax and Henry lounged like they were posing for a magazine spread. It was almost ridiculous how effortlessly cool they looked. "So," I said, trying to sound casual, "Valerie convinced me to go out with her tonight. Just a couple of drinks, nothing crazy. Then I’ll grab an Uber home." The fork paused halfway to my mouth as I noticed the twins freeze. Their easygoing demeanor evaporated in an instant, replaced by identical frowns. It was fascinating—and slightly annoying—how
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