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Anelia angrily wiped at the tears that were threatening to flow endlessly as she waited near the gaming shop that was packed with teenagers. Her heart was telling her to not just stand helplessly by but go in search of Natalie. Her surprisingly still sane mind knew that would not be the intelligent thing to do, so she stayed put.
"Anelia, there you are!" She heard Emma exclaim exasp
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