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63 : Second Place

If looks could kill, by now he should've been dead flat on the floor, face-first and choking on his own blood.

Veronica stared at the guy sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her with a frown, his dark brows furrowing at her weak attempt to seem totally unemotional at the moment. 

Despite the worsening pain, embarrassment, and compounding anxiety making her chest hurt like a bitch, she had to put on a straight face. 

At this point, her pride and what little self-respect she had left just forced her to show him anything but weakness. 

1. She had already made the effort. "Efforts" to be exact.

2. She had swallowed her damn pride more than twice and flew all the way out here for him. Just for him.

3. She also used work as an excuse just to see 

him and talk to him again because he'd been avoiding her like the darn
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