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om during lunchtime, how old was she six? Five? It didn't

the mahogany door, Ms. Bridge walked into

home to accolades of different kinds, the aquariums with Mr Cameron's infamous Piranhas, the beautiful patio leading to a mi

son Ms. Bridge", spoke the raspy v

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ask?" The look Cameron

be less anxious, I think, Miss Dortm

ge still didn't understand his anger towards that lady, nevertheless

nking "Fifth period, always fifth period,

rettiest freckles she had ever seen, when she scanned the classroom and

ay pass, she wanted

d under her breath, she ne

d about, let whoever it is kn

nodded with a blush creeping on her cheek, Ms. Bridge chuckled. Riele was embarrassed for

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um, man, she hated this p

ed for seven thirty a.m" he ran a quick assessment of her facial expressi

not chiselled was magnificent, his rather 'infamous' British ginger hair wa

t's 5 minutes to the end of it, make yourself at home" Gwen made her way to a row of seats in front of her when she heard the finish

open admiration of supposed 'mature women/femin

away as well, "Swell" she said after letting out a breath she didn't know she had held. Her denim itched at her calf, if only she had listened to her

at it with the college's magazin

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ar rattling and still couldn't find it, beads of sweat formed at my temple. The park, I'd go there and when my une

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she took in the environment, her face spared an expression for anyone who cared to look, a pleased one, the beauty of this place would continue to enchant her, Gwen made her way to a secluded area, 'Finally' she

buzzed, she let out a hi

considered the fact that he could need her help, but that wasn't all there wa