I wrote down everything about him in my notebook. Before the bet had even started, I’d already filled a notebook with my thoughts on Landon. I’d started it the night of his uncle’s funeral. I couldn’t get him off my mind after that, and every now and then, I’d add my thoughts on the type of person Landon was. In the beginning, the words were not the kindest. In the beginning, I wrote with hatred and annoyance. I spelled out my anger toward him through my written words. Even after the bet began, my words stayed on edge. But lately the narrative had shifted. The story of the boy I’d once hated
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