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More Lies
“Is that Starla?” Melanie whispered as the three of us girls heard a knock on the door.
I nodded. “Yep. I’m sure she’s here to spew more lies.”
“You never know,” Raven said, hopping up to go answer the door. “Maybe she’s here to tell the truth for once.”
I hid a chuckle because, if there was one thing I was certain of, it was that Starla was not going to tell me the truth.
“Hey, Starla,” Raven said, opening the door and sounding more welcoming than I would’ve been able to pull off. “How are you?”
“Awful,” she said. “Is Harlow here?”
I could see Raven through the
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