Lenna  Wright

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“I’m sorry, Hartley. Really.” Just then, Stacia sashayed out of the adjacent door, where the ATM machines were. “Evening, Daniel,” she said. Then she took Hartley’s hand and steered him toward the library. Without a word to me, of course.
The Year We Fell Down (The Ivy Years, #1)
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