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Brooke let out a long breath and shrugged. She then walked over to her bed, sat on the blanket and patted the space beside her, inviting me to sit down. I walked over to her, sat down, and we stood staring at the wide-open window in front of us.
— We're more than vulnerable here in front of an open window, aren't we? she muttered.
— Yeah...
— You know, I don't even care anymore. If Brandon Face walks in here now, I don't care.
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View profileEra uma vez uma garota quietinha que adorava ler. Seus melhores amigos eram os personagens que ela criava em suas histórias, que escrevia in...
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