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iranda walked around the ghost tree for about the billionth time, checked her watch, and found that it was only thirty seconds after the last time she checked. Where was Lauren? She was never this late.
Maybe her mom was still out.
But if so, then why hadn’t Lauren called before one? They’d set a time. They’d agreed.
And Miranda was going to burst open if she didn’t tell somebody about Him. Of course, she couldn’t tell Lauren His real name, because He was technically an adult and if anybody found out about Him and Miranda then He could get in a lot of trouble because she was jailbait.
Not that anything had happened last night. But Miranda knew something was going to happen, could just tell from the way He
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