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sleepy eyes. I also ignored the annoying sniggers from the people be

nutes before lunch break. I packed up my books into my bags and sat stil

lp yesterday. Even if it was a kind of a proud ac

but ever since I moved in with the Matthews, they made it a law. Mind your business,

ou for lunch yesterday...' No, I'll jus

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out on the desk. Oh, noise.

'm just..

I've had so far with him since we

alking meant making friends, and makin

picking my books

had breakf

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at your b

tch, as if he didn't exp

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owled, as if it was tell

't you cover up for me

ttered and went to his forehead. I tried not to s

me

he

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t's the only w

more, I looked up to f

said th

ll smile. "It's a q

that seemed to make him look more....stop

acbeth about stubbornn

sly, and my stom

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called me stub

we were going

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he garage?" I asked. "Should

I've ever seen, such that when he said, "Cafeteria's f

god. But I didn't say exactly

curl at the nape of his neck, and it was always combed back eve

by long dark lashes,

hat I'll swear were sculpt

s a non abstract e

er quiet, and he wa

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s I climbed i

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restaurant, so po

to look

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staring at me again, like h

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