His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure

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corner, near the trash cans. She s

ter VIP table, Geri was fur

orus of notification chimes

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ly. She watched as student

ambient noise in the c

whispers

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owalski stood up. She held

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r throat and bega

the rust belt for violent assault. And how did a broke orphan afford the tuition her

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streets!" anothe

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sipping a sparkling water, a ser

ball team stood up. They

ons of chocolate milk and sw

ted down, watching

nebacker with a cruel smir

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his cart

ctly onto Elia's tray, soaking her sandwich, and

into loud, obno

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ping from her clothes onto her jeans. The

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stoo

epping closer to intimidate her.

r than the human

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t hand c

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silent. The laughter w

vy, unforgiving pressure of the metal digging

his friends yelled, t

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early in the silent room. "And I'll show you exactly how m

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r lips inches from t

id, her voice devoid of any emotion, "I

his jacket an

g for air, clutching his neck. He backe

onto the tray. It lan

ss the room, di

e victorious smile was gone, re

lked out of the cafeteria, leaving a

earest empty bathroom

into the trash. She stood in her white T-shirt

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burn the foru