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SON,
I exclaime
I won't tell Dad,"
sat alongside
lose control of myself; pl
shoulder and made an
er?" I said, gazing
, Miss Jackson,"
ou ser
iss W
about
r and want her o
what can I
too, dislike her-"
for stuff I didn't even do.
not
nt to assist
" I said s
this home and Dad's life for a
me about y
ess you agree to assi
telligent tha
my buddy; would you be my friend?"
hile before shaki
s a don
ny friends before, so what
any friends? Who wouldn't want
a lot of friends, but
he exc
other, share their pain, happiness, and ever
before saying, "That
op
I can han
but why do yo
n see that. I have seen her right side, but Dad n
, n
O
w tell me about
on the floor. He pretended to be a teacher, an
r. Plan number one: upset her so Dad can see the actu
strategy is too usual and may fa
to be patient. I told you there are chains of plans,
forgotte
an is insa
rategy has a 90% probability of failing
ho
2:" he b
nd murmure
en nasty things to you, and she is not good for me either sin
ils di
e ki
? I'm going to tell L
guess. So stupid of me to hear my name." I laugh
me. "No, Miss Jackson, you did
I'm not saying al
re cor
t," I said e
die befor
a sorrowful look. I ga
hat much for your buddy," he replied, gaz
. I'm willing to go
n't be upset," I replied. His f
he la
he just
indeed
n't stop laughing. He then abrupt
lead to my ult
ere any
hink Dad would fall for
mm
u are mistaken; Dad is
.. what's t
imate strategy, Plan
LL NO!" I
listen to me," Ryan remarked.
ed by
, Dad would see it, and he hates anybody who
jure you?" I wor
ll stage a situation in
od there sta
re you exactly? You seem to
st gr
ve, Miss
ss Jackson thingy? I don't want to call
ss me as Ryan,
all me Miss Jackson;
. "No, you're older than me, a
dy's boy ha
l me since Miss Jackson i
ut Bee?"
of consideration. "I guess I'll go
BBB that she's truly a bi-." I p
is a
s BBB?" he quest
name I've deci
is that?"
inless Bimbo," I
g; I'll name her that too,"
you insane? Your Dad will
m the whole form; it's o
omi
, Bee!"