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“Last time I checked; Emma was off to be with her daughter, Jacey travelled back to LA to see your Aunt. James should be in his room with Reggie and your Dad is definitely with Abigail.” “And Antonio?” “Well, he told me he would be going on a run.” He looked at his wrist watch. “That was exactly eight minutes ago.” “Eight minutes ago? Was he the one you were on the phone with?” “Yeah. He keeps calling to know how you’re…” “Ma’am Claire!” Two young women in uniforms ran up to us. They had a big smile on their faces, letting me know just how excited they were to see me. I could clearly hear their thoughts as they were both thinking how weird and lucky it was that I just recovered from coma and

Jasper "Why are you touching your lips?" Her fingers were caressing her lips as she read through the paper. She immediately withdrew her hands. And clears her throat. What was she thinking about? I observed her. "Haven't you finished going through it?" "I have," she said. I shrugged. "So?" "Um. I have a question. Sorry, I mean questions." She clears her throat again. "What if we do this and one of us gets a second chance mate before the next Lunar Convergence?"

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he answered agitatedly, his voice filled with fury and hatred. Subsequently, I fished out my own phone and showed him the chat history between me and Shannon. "This is the chat history between Shannon and me, proving that she contacted me before I left for my work trip so that she could borrow my account." The first message from Shannon read, "Rina, I've lost my job. I heard from Mark that live streamers are doing quite well these days. I want to give it a try too, but starting up an account of my own is just too hard! Could I borrow your side account to test the waters?"

"You're . . .despicable. You murdered Maverick's parents, you ruined his life already. What more do you want?" "Retribution!" Makila shouted, leaning over me slightly. Her eyes burned with the fury of an age-old vendetta. Whatever had made her this way, had broken her beyond repair. "And I won’t rest until I have it. Now move it!" She pushed me towards the stairway with a force that caused me.to.lose my balance.

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“Wow, Lissy, was that your family’s driver who dropped you off again? That was a Rolls-Royce.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, staring at everything in disbelief. Only then did I realize I had been reborn. “No, that was my dad,” Lisa Hale said with a small smile. “Not our driver.” The classroom erupted. “Oh my God, your dad is so good to you. He’s that busy and still drives you to school himself?” Lisa smiled and accepted their envy without correcting a word. But I knew she was lying. Every single word. The pain from my last life was still burned into me. I looked at her, and all I felt was hatred.