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Chapter Five

“What do you mean, you think you have a stalker? Like a real, creeping around your house at night, stalker?” I asked, gripping the side of the passenger seat.

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Chapter Six

The pitter-patter of little feet woke me early Saturday morning, but it was Kyle’s voice that pulled me from my dream-filled haze. He was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with Francine.

 
 
 
Chapter Four

“Well, Simon, fortunately, I discussed the situation with many of our donors, and they have agreed that your actions in defense of another person are not grounds to dispel you from the program,” Charl

 
 
 
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