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Playlists, Pastries, And Positive Thinking

Adam was in the treehouse just after sun-up the next day, which was already starting off on the wrong foot. How dare he interrupt my sleep on a Sunday morning? But he was too persistent to ignore with the barrage of pebbles thrown at my window and the not so quiet whispers of, “Emily!”

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