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as probing

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as a lovesick girl pla

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as w

by her father's side of the

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to Liv for a fraction of a se

hing but a d

ion inevitably turne

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ced smile. "We're thinking spring

d on his shoulder.

as solidifying, b

erself, claim

he city apartment to move upstate more permanently, Marcus's mother,

voice sharp. "I think it's t

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st crush was clear. It had

alone. You will leav

re harsh, a

sting of pain, an

Mrs. Thorne," L

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en accepted to a photograph

eaching into her purse,

stable young man her father had discreetly introduced her to months ago, someone she'd initially dis

ghtly, then narrowed in suspicion

over Eleanor's face. "We

s there. He'd enter

is face was a

e said, his

livia, if you need anything... anything at all... for your new

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this another game? Or a