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The Friend of My Enemy is My… What?
The forest was the only one I could trust to talk about Brice with, and that was because, most of the time, I couldn’t hear a word she said to me. So after school, I headed off to sit amongst the trees and see if I could sort out what was going on.
It wasn’t as if I was developing romantic feelings for Brice--that was for certain. Even if I had enough room in m
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