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The Little Troll Appears

The rest of the study session went by in a haze. Vic noticed my distraction but didn’t have time to question me before I had to get ready for my shift. The Kennett Place was a popular restaurant in town, family-owned and operated by my great aunt. She was flexible, but she expected hard work. I clocked in and wrapped my apron around my waist, ready to get lost in the sea of people rather than ponder my own predicament.

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Stuck Smack In The Middle

Adam never sent another text, and neither did I, mostly because Mr. Smith had my phone, but also because I wouldn’t know where to begin....

 
 
 
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