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Chapter Three

I managed to get up before Ashley had a fit over the alarm clock again, but that was only because I was staring at the ceiling when it went off. For some reason known only to my subconscious mind, I couldn’t sleep. I sighed and turned it off, resigned myself to the idea that I would not be in a good mood for the rest of the day, and hobbled out to the kitchen. My excellent mood was made even worse by the sight in the living room, the reminder that we would have to pay nearly a thousand dollars to have the ceiling and carpet in one teeny room repaired, not to mention the cost of a new sofa.

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Chapter Two

“I swear to macaroni if you don’t get up and turn that thing off, I will toss it out the window!” Ashely’s screaming in my bedroom...

Chapter Four

My momentary lapse in dislike of all things Oliver was made even more surprising by his behavior after the fact. I had every reason to...


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