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CHAPTER 14
I stop typing immediately when I recognize the voice. The library, once quiet minus the sound of my fingers on my keyboard, will soon be filled with the sounds of Sebastian Harrison's annoyingly amused laughter and taunting about yesterday's Maryville fair, that actually turned into a Maryville disaster.
"Writing your apology statement," I answer slowly before typing again, taking a sip out of my coffee cup after I finish typing my last sentence. "And what are you doing up this early in the morning?" I check my watch. "It's only 6:21."
I hear his footsteps enter the library, "I try to wake up before anyone else is up to bother me, but hi-hum, you're here," I can feel him standing behind me. "Why are you writing an apology statement?"
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