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Literie-Cupidfic-W1 с 2025-10-30 · видео · 🇬🇧 английский
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Chapter 1 After traveling back in time, I cut Cary Fox out of my life for good. He got into Lumora Military Academy? Sweet, I swapped my application to University of Eldridge Police Department. Gotta keep a whole lotta miles between us—outta sight, outta mind. Christmas Eve, he came knocking? I hit the road for a spontaneous trip. Calls? Ignored. Texts? Left on read. When he transferred to my city, I requested a transfer out. Didn't even catch a glimpse of him. In my last go-round, I was crazy about him for thirty years. Thirty years of him giving me the cold shoulder. By my forties, cancer struck. As I lay dying alone in a hospital bed, Cary was busy prepping his new home to marry Holly. The two boys I raised with everything I had? They were too wrapped up in their dad's wedding plans to give a damn. And me? I was all alone, lying in a hospital bed, just waiting for the end. That kind of wasted life? I was done with it. ***** After hitting "submit" on my college apps, I felt like I could finally breathe. No more Cary drama. Done and dusted. Here was the kicker: nobody knew I was a time traveler. The Common App Early Decision deadline's looming—tomorrow at noon. I was paranoid the Wi-Fi would crash and burn. That was why I pulled an all-nighter tweaking my college picks. In my previous life, I was obsessed with Cary. Chased him my whole life, resented him just as long. It got me nothing but a heart full of regrets when I kicked the bucket. This time, I was steering clear of him. Like, different-planet-level clear. July 13th was my eighteenth birthday, and I got plans. I was gonna look Cary dead in the eyes and say, "Hey, I'm not marrying you. You're free, dude." And I only had fifteen days left. I'd just stepped out of the internet café when my phone pinged with a text from Cary. It read: [Hanging with the guys, gonna be late. Cover for me? Thx.] I fired back a lazy [Yup.] Cary and I? We were tight—grew up together, practically family.

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