Chapter 8

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Amanda: Come outside Em

Clinton waited politely next me.

"Is your friend coming?" he asked.

Emily: Coming Am

I looked up from my iPhone and smiled.

"Yes," I answered as Emily walked out the door. I watched as Clinton's eyes grew wide. He put his hands in the coat of his suit. He seemed hypnotised by the swing of Emily's baby blue short dress. The tap of her black flats on the gray pavement. And the way her hair blew in the wind.

I knew that the would be the ultimate couple.

"Oh hi," Emily said to Clinton.

Or maybe not.

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