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Alex, in time, had grown to listen to her gut. It was a rare instinctual feeling, but it didn't mean that it wasn't always there.

For example, one of this feelings, were to ignore Paris. No matter how many times he begged her to talk to him. No matter how many times he strived for her attention, even if she wanted to rip him apart and fuck him till he hated her.

She had played this game before with others, and she would play it again.

Currently, another thing that she knew she should have done, was stay the night with Marcos. He was her peace, her safe place.

But Alex also knew she'd hate herself for leaving her Mother all alone in their house, without her being there.

So she returned home.

And regretted it the morning she woke up.

She had slept well, something that rarely ever happened, and in the good mood she was in, decided to wear a knit off shoulder large sweater with a skirt and thigh high white socks that had a ribbon on the top.

She even packed her hair in two, adding some m