Stolen Destiny: The Ivy League Lie

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cold. S

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stop the

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and sharp, c

e dim cabin. Was there a

kpack, tossed in a corner

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mbled with the zipper of the si

ol, smooth ca

anaged to drag it out, almos

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call Mike. He h

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hoarse whisper. "You have to... c

y, I heard Sophia's v

ruin our trip already?" Her tone was clo

eding a lot," Mike

's always exaggerating. Remember that paper

as nails. "You're just trying to get attention. Soph

t's real... I fe

d. "You stay there until Soph

ne wen

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eve me. He wou

in the inner pocket of my jeans, somethin

d to wor

s Army

day. "For protection, Em," he'd said, ruffling m

a bitter tas

protect myself was now

then echoed in my he

ter, Emily. I'll alwa

wa