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Playing In The Pool
CAMILLA RENÉE
MONDAY EVENING.
Flipping him the bird away from my parent's watchful eyes of course, I threw in a low snort, all to throw him off topic and get the heat off my skin, it's burning might I add.
Mondays are never a good day for me, it's literally the worst day of the week for everyone in the world.
I just hate them. Bad things are bound to happen.
"Meanwhile, it's evening and I'm certain it was a fun day in school. Both of you better stop glaring and looking as though you will slit the other's throat. In my opinion, the best thing is to start getting along. You're going to spend alot more time together. Fourteen days."
His Mother emphasized.
I groaned in agony. Do not remind me. Come to think of it, I didn't have places to go anyway, but Dylan could have, now he is grounded, c
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