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toring session,

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Monday, holding out the box. "They' r

his own shoes, then back at

iley

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next day, he wore them. He s

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but when I saw the quest

nd, at Liam' s paper. He was already hal

patrolling the a

desk. "Miss Sterling. E

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Hailey, your answers on the essay portion are

ied together,"

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he door, waiting for m

might have seen my paper. I sit in front of her. I

o me. "Is that so, Mr. O' Co

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h. Next time, it' s a zero and a call to your parents, Hailey. And

pointed but believed me when I said I hadn' t meant t

le. Liam had

I told him later. "I' ll

nodded.

class, Ms. Daviso

, the frames held togeth

a passage she' d w

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s snickered.

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burst is uncalled for. Perhaps you two spend too much time together

g in the air.