Mary

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Those big, dark eyes flash up at me with visible hurt, and it’s like I’m eleven years old again. Staring down into the wounded face of my best friend, as he laid sprawled out on the ground, telling him to go away. Leave me alone. I don’t wanna to be friends with a⁠—
Where There's a Will (Lost Boys, #1)
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