Isabela Wilder

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“My dad left when I was three. I have no idea what he looks like.” I can see Lexie’s eyebrow rise, albeit very subtly. “Mine too. Christmas Day.” “That explains the attitude,” Efren says. Lexie shrugs. “I don’t know. I think I had this attitude before I was three. It’s probably why he left.” Efren agrees with a nod. “Probably. If we start dating, don’t get used to me being around, because I’ll probably get tired of your attitude and leave too.”
Isabela Wilder
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