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A Single Tear Shed

Girl time lasted an entire weekend, and oddly enough, we hadn’t seen the boys since the party. My grandmother busied herself making new drapes for the dining-room windows for the better part of Sunday but poked her head in my room occasionally to make sure we were all alive. Girl time had been fun, but we were officially out of things to do.

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Game. Set. Match

I wasn’t left alone with my thoughts for long. The doorbell rang, but I don’t know why they bothered because the boys came bounding through the door before the last chime sounded. Sam and Scott passed

 
 
 
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“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said it was complicated. How did you get yourself in that mess?” Bianca patiently listened as I poured out every detail of my life since the day of the first yellow

 
 
 
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