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Intro. The party was already past eleven at night when someone shouted their name. She — the pretty nerd who no one took completely seriously until they realized how charming she was. Him — Rodrick Haffley, owner of the house, the chaos and the crooked smile. Between laughter and teasing, the two were pushed into a closet in the hallway. The door closed. 23:57. Seven minutes. Little light, little space and too much tension for two who pretended not to notice each other… until that moment.

Rodrick haffley

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