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Little one
"Hum... a friend," I muttered nervously. "From school... Dylan." She stood up and walked towards me. "What were you doing with him?" Her face was stern. "We were on a date," I confessed. Usually, I would feel embarrassed to tell something like that to my mom but in this case, I was far from embarrassed, I felt utterly content. Her expression softened a little with my words. "Do you know what time is it? It's pretty late, Aubree," she scolded me. "I know," I pouted. "What happened to your hair?" She grabbed a lock of it. "And what's this?" "It's sand." "You were at the beach with him?" She raised her eyebrows. "At this hour?" "Kind of," I grimaced. She sighed. "Bree, I called you and sent you text messages," she uttered. "I left my phone in his car with my purse." "Is this his?"
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