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It feels like the tables had turned, Blake was now the one avoiding me like the plague for the rest of the day. I

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Audi A

dang he messed up talking about his sister ..... hope the boy is ok ..

Jennifer Fitzpatrick

Needs to step up it mostly says Ashley POV wat about Blake

Cathyd

way too short and why haven't we got Blake's POV yet? ..its kinda getting boring now to be honest

Jessica Franko

why does it keep saying Ashley POV when it doesn't switch to anyone else's POV?

Rachel Johnston

It would be a good story if the chapters weren't so short (its like equivalent to one or two pages worth of text) and so expensive in coins. It makes me want to lose interest when you have to keep stopping after 1-2min of reading.

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