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Chapter 10
There was a lot of truth in Olive's words. I turned to Charlotte who was fussing over her camera. She was right there -only a few feet away, but she might as well have been on the other side of the moon and all I could do was look.
"I guess we just don't have it, Olive," I said to her.
"Well, unlike you, I have tried talking to Nora," she said and tossed the ball to me. "She handles herself so cool. And I'm there sweating like a pig, screaming panic in my head, some idiotic blah blah coming out of my mouth. You have a better chance than me, Darci."
I was just as a romantic hopeless as she was, and I didn't know why she had so much faith in me.
"Hey! You girls are here, too?"
We turne
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