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Levi

“H

ow many years would a girl like me get for castrating an asshole?” Ellie asks. She’s sitting on the counter in the kitchen of Jackson Brews, scowling at the floor as if it’s personally offended her. Like I do every time I see her, I get the combination of a gut punch and a magnetic draw that’s pulled me to her since we met at that party two and a half years ago