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“Because I’ve read some of the shit she’s talked about, idiot!”
“Oh, speaking of which,” Rose said with an unholy light in her eyes that only appears when she’s talking about her books she is reading or writing, “who would you say was the bad boy at our school?”
A collective groan echoed through the apartment. “What is she talking about?” Rachel asked.
“She’s either reading something that features the bad boy of a school, or she’s writing something for a contest,” I explained.
“Well, a lot of stories are about a good girl who falls in love or lust with the local bad boy,” Rose explained.
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