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2024-10-29 19:42:56**CAMILLA**
THURSDAY.The next morning, I woke up in my bed.The bed was assigned to me at Dylan's place.Speaking of which, where is he? I mean I recall watching a movie with him, the Notebook I think.I fell asleep at the closing credits and now I'm back in bed. He picked me up again and brought me here.Wow.I blushed slightly at the thought of being in his arms.Why can't I recall it perfectly?This stupid habit of forgetting things needs to end.I blinked my eyes a few times to get the sleep off my eyes after which I stood up to get ready for school.Taking off my clothes, I hopped into the shower for a quick.It's a few minutes after seven meaning I do not have to rush for anything.For my outfit today, I decided to go in Jeans and a T-Shirt.It takes roughly fifteen minutes to shower then I got dressed and stood at the edge of the bed.SincRelated chapters
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Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read this book with me. Honestly I didn't think it'll make it this far at all. it's my book but even I admit it's not that very good ｡◕‿◕｡ But even at that, I got support and I'm super happy. it makes my day reading the comments and for the mistakes and errors, I'll edit the book in my free time. it might take a while because of the word count, but I'll get it done. Thank you for finishing it despite the errors. You spent money on it ʘ‿ʘ It makes my day. If you're into a fast paced enemies to lovers, then you might want to check out my new book "A VOW TO HATE" I assure you, it's splended. Thank you for reading! So much love from my end, C.
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