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at me. "I asked if you're sure you

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.

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called as I closed

glimpse of his rich, brown eyes and sh

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into a detailed rant about how much better it was at her mom and stepfather's house,

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her busines

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look smarter by comparison, but

to their lack of self-awareness that the

thing hit the tile floor. In the mirror, I turn

deluded garbage behind my back, call me

naked form in the

attered wa

ery barb, every hateful word out of her mouth would be soothed by the knowledge of what