Brithany Martinez

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“Don’t do that,” he told me as the pupils in his eyes widened until the brown was a narrow ring around it. “Don’t do what?” asked Honey. But I knew. “Don’t ‘be interesting,’” I said. “Thank you for talking to me.” He shook his head, his face bleak. “Don’t thank me for that.”
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