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yesterday i was walking to the bathroom to eat my lunch, my hood pulled over my already red face. blair was standing by the door, her lips curled into a smile. and before i knew it, my face was slamming against the green door, and the meatloaf was splattering all over my white v-neck.
i hate her.
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torn
Teen Fiction❝ and slowly her body turned to bones and her mind into ash. as for her smile, it was nonexistent ❞
