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167. MILAN BROWN (POV)

A man walks in with firm steps, his phone nearly crushed in his hand. His entrance catches my eye, but not enough to make me actually take in his face for long. I see his eyes wide, his face redder than his neck, like he’s choking on rage — or maybe his collar’s way too tight. I don’t care much.

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