Chrisa Staikou

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Do you love me? asked Waylon. No, said Maggie. You’re lying, huh. You love me. I said no. Maggie laughed. He put his hand around her face and adored her chin. She was thinking about her volleyball kill score—she had got up to 200 last season. It would take at least another couple years to hit 1,000.
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