Debby Waymire

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I closed the door and turned to face Caspien. “I’ll keep your dirty secret for you,” I told him. His face broke into a relieved smile that lit his eyes and softened his pink mouth. “On one condition.” He stiffened, face turning to stone. “You don’t see him anymore. You won’t talk to him on the phone or text him or whatever else you do with him. It stops. All of it. Or I’ll tell Luke, and trust me, he will believe me.” He looked faintly shocked, like I’d surprised him. He thought about this a moment, then gritted out through his teeth: “Fine.”
Oleander: A Great Expectations Reimagining
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