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95: JUST US

Author: Fiona Cakes
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-09 03:23:39

MIRANDA'S POV

"Aww, don't tell me you two are giving up and are gonna fuck when you're like this."

Nigel and I tore apart so fast you'd think someone had thrown a bucket of ice water at us. Valko and the others came trudging from the tree line like they'd been spying the entire time, which they probably had been doing.

"Could you not be a pervert for one second? One fucking second... is that too much to ask?" Nigel grunted, running his hand down his face.

"Although my brother can be a dick, he's right," Velma chimed in. "We can't give up. Not now. There has to be something we can do. The Trials are less than two weeks away."

"And the school dance is a little over two weeks away," Duran groaned. "I promised Shelly I'd go dress and tux shopping with her next week. I can't do that if Miranda is still in Nigel's body, because she has no fashion sense whatsoever and I need Nigel's sharp eye."

I narrowed my eyes. "I do too have fashion sense."

Duran shrugged. "You wore lime-green pants with
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