Morgan VanderWeele

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We pull up in front of the girls’ Bray house and Cap screeches to a halt. Simultaneously, all their glares fly to me. “What?” They say nothing. With a roll of my eyes, I go to hop out, but Captain hits a button, and gee look at that, child fucking lock.
Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw, #1)
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