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Not What You Think it Is
I wasn’t sure if I should approach Ben or leave him alone, but the longer he stood there, just looking at me, the expression on his face telling me not only was he mad but he was hurt, I knew I had to say something even if I was uncomfortable with confrontation.
His blue eyes were glistening in the dim lights cast by the twinkling white lights the party planning comm
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