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He put one finger under my chin and forced me to look up at him. I narrowed my eyes playfully. We pulled into the drive way and Dallas’ car was gone. Wasn’t he suppose to pick up Bianca.

If he did they should be back already.

Noah, Jerriko, Justin, Chris, Aaron, and Xavier groaned. We paid and we headed for the car. The driver started driving. “What’s this?” I asked, smiling at Jaso, Asian Mail Order Wife.

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The floor is of pure marble, a deep black with hints of white trying to squeeze its way into the tile. A huge chandelier, crystals dancing generously just below its metal limbs, hangs delicately on a thin, gray wire in the center of the chamber. There is an impressive array of books, a gigantic bookcase stretching from wall to wall. Images: Naiyomi Nieves ‘Is everything okay?’ I said, worried. I started eating.

“Nay,” she was frantic and feeble all at once. “I swear to –,” the words were cut off because Beth’s head exploded with pain so profound, she didn’t even notice the hit had hurled her across the small room (basement?). Her head pounded and throbbed as choked shrieks clouded whatever reality she had left. “Wait!” I said. I got up and walked up to her. I tripped on my own 2 feet. “But what about Mona, Griffin?

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“Why is it harder for her?” “ Uh Ty,” Someone said interrupting my thoughts.

I looked up and saw Liz standing in front of me with a hand on her hip. I raised an eyebrow. “ Well I am a student teacher,” he laughed.

I rolled my eyes. “What did she do to you?” he asks with probing eyes that look into my soul.

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