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Author: Tawdra Kandle
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NOAH

"Noah Spencer, you gutless coward. I am so pissed off at you. Why did you do this-or more accurately, why did you not do this? And I bet you're sitting there listening to this message with a smirk on your stupid face. UGH!!"

Leaning against a wall in the locker room, I snickered as I listened to Emma's voicemail. She wasn't wrong-I did have a smirk on my stupid face.

"Victoria is an amazing woman. She'd be perfect for you-she loves football, she's super smart, she works in the research department of a pharmaceutical company, and her passion is developing holistic medications for kids with cancer, for crying out loud. She's all about family, she wants to have a houseful of children, and last but not least, she's absolutely fucking gorgeous. She's a perfect match for your stupid sexy body and your annoyingly attractive face."

Now I was full-out laughing. Only Emma could make a compliment into an insult.

"So what I want to know is why you didn't call her. Or at least text her.
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