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The heavy footfalls that could only be Berk’s followed after me. No one else had probably even noticed I was gone. “Jules.” I wiped at my eyes. Not a-freaking-gain. This weekend wasn’t going to be the Comforting Jules Weekend Extravaganza. I scurried down the steps leading to the garden. “Jules.”
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