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Romantic Gone Wrong

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Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View

“Ma-ri-mar—”

I clapped my hands over my ears the second I heard Yakov’s voice. He’d been here for almost two weeks now—we were closing in on midnight, and he was still at it.

“Leave me alone, Yakov! I’ll poke your eyes out!” I snapped as I walked down the second-floor hallway. I’d just come from downstairs to get Levi’s milk, plus a new bottle of shampoo since mine was empty.

But even with my ears covered, I couldn’t bloc
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