Jessica

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“No one here cares what you eat.” He folds his arms on the table. “They were just feeling you out. Seeing what you’re made of.” “That’s fucked up.” My eyebrows pull in as my mind spins with curiosity. “What do you think I’m made of?” “Backbone.” He reaches out and yanks on one of my braids. “And now they know it, too.”
Buckled (Trails of Sin, #2)
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