The alarms didn’t just scream; they shattered the night. One second, I was smug about my glitter bomb porch trap, ready to catch a thief in a blaze of humiliation. The next, neon sparkles revealed not a villain, but a girl whose eyes looked like they’d already lost everything. My laughter died mid-breath. My perfect revenge exploded into que… Continues…
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