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Kam
COFFEE DID NOTgo how I expected.
Laney just hightailed it out of here, and Sam is barking in my ear about something on the news.
“Find the closest television and turn on the local news!”
I walk into the coffee shop and ask the girl behind the counter if she can switch the channel. She recognizes me immediately and blushes.
“Absolutely,” she drawls.
As soon as she changes the channel, my face is plastered on the screen with the headline: “Alabama Golden Boy Accused of Sexual Assault.”
What. The. Flying. Fuck?
