Koraima Garza

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Crap, crap, crap. “I’m going to leave now, okay? Thank you, and…I am so, so, so sorry.” Olive spun around on her heels and ran away down the hallway. “Olive,” she heard him call after her. “Olive, wait—” She didn’t stop.
The Love Hypothesis
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