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a sigh of relief.

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spoke sternly. ‘He seems like the sort of

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did you guess?’

er own company and all the other descriptions necessary for defining her type. Turns out the reason she acted like that was because she had attempted suic

doubt this kid is the

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rst place.’ She looked at the table. ‘Now, shall we eat or are we going to sta

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rough the window. He loved to leave it open especially sinc

ading turned to begging and finally, he began to get accustomed to the darkness. He had finally told her that he didn't need the lightbulb anymore. H

for school. He grumbled. He tried not to think about it. He took his cell phone out of his pocket. 9:05 P.M. ‘Nine more hours,’ he murmured. Yes, nine more hours and s

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