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Tutoring Dylan
**CAMILLA RENÉE**
SATURDAY.Flipping the straps of my dress up my hand and over my shoulders, I continuously reminded myself how easy this should be.It's the same as a teacher's job.The student which in this case is Dylan Emerton, that student seats far away and listens as the teacher, me, speaks to him.I make sure he understands and afterwards, we can both put an end to the tortue and call it a day. Easy as that."With Dylan Emerton, you and I both know that's a joke."My mind wouldn't even buldge no matter how many times I grit my teeth or curl my fingers, even if they turn white before the end of today, somehow we both know Dylan makes everything more stressful than need be.I purposely skipped breakfast with the "family" which was weird even to me. I've wished for my parents presence for days, they return and I avoid them.The talk. That's what I'm calling it now. The one I've agreed to for almost a week yet neithRelated chapters
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