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******** “ And im going to say this every time you ask, nowhere special!

” I said. (A/N: Whoa, whats up with Noah? Did he just call Ella babe?? What does that mean??? Find out in next chapter that will be out tomorrow hopefully 😀 Yay I was able to do a quick update for today too 😀 I pulled behind Andy’s car and ran to her window quickly, I didn’t want her to drive away before I said anything.

“ how did you get here?” I asked.

“Daddy!” she srieked agai, Russian Ladies. “Daddy, Daddy!

” I scoffed. “You’re a goof.” “What were you thinking of before?” Why did he care? The next thing I know, Russian Ladies the football landed right on my shoe. I smiled, loving the effect I had on him and continued tracing his abs. She doesn’t need you. She doesn’t need you like you need her. “In… what?” Kelsey asked.

I turned my head sideways slowly so that he could see it. “Sure” he said while moving aside “Go wash your hands, tie your…” ‘I asked you something, CeCe.’ He said. “Yeah,” the bartender replied. “They’re stupid looking and cost a goddamn fortune.

” “It’s fine, mother.” I assured her. “It’s not your fault and I learned quite in the past few months.” My father then walked up to me and hugged me as well. I sat down in an empty row, pulling my feet up onto the narrow bench and resting my chin on my knees while I watched.

It was the first time I’d ever really watched a soccer game. Usually, I’d just pass the field and catch glimpses of the action during practice or on my way to the football field. Sometimes, due to horrible scheduling, Russian Ladies the games would happen at the same time. I slid into my bed and cried. My whole pillow wet. I could hear Chris at my bedroom door. He took a step inside and I blew. The huge city looms before us after we reach the edges of the suburbs and inch along the interstate.

Cars multiply, many old and beaten, trudging home from work. Suddenly, Russian Ladies the T-word begins to develop. The word I hate more than anything. “That’s true,” he said thoughtfully.

Nobody here, after the first couple of days, treated me as if I was something special.

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