Dr. Palmer’s eyebrow twitched. A few minutes later, we were walking back into the mansion. “I don’t understand why she kicked us out. That was so rude,” Aran said with annoyance as we entered the foyer. I threw my hands up in agreement. “I get it—we’re not perfect—but she doesn’t have to be such a bitch about it? Like what does she want me to do, cry all day because I have terrifying scars and a cool knife? Sorry I’m not lame.” Aran nodded aggressively in agreement. “Exactly. Like okay, I’m not perfect. Sometimes I smother people in my sleep. It happens.” “And what bugs me is she gets so mad
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