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Date Night With Jimmy [I]
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2024-10-29 19:42:56**CAMILLA RENÉE**
Silence. The new wall clock Miranda had hung in our room was the only thing keeping this place from mirroring a graveyard.I lingered for the next phase of this discussion. You know the kind that involves — they already broke up. I badly wanted to tell you. You weren't in a good place. Those sticks.I wait. My patience is wearing thin. My knuckles are turning white at the rate I'm squeezing them at. My forehead is forming two to three lines of crease, but I wait.I don't speak first. No—that would show weakness and I am not weak. I've not been weak in eight months.Yet my best friend stands at her corner of the room, headshot down, so I can't get a good look at how she's coping, but I refuse to feel an ounce of guilt for her. I won't allow it."I'm sorry."She blurts, and I explode.Those words are part of my suggestions and it tips me off the mental cliff I've been hanging on to."YouRelated 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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