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Chapter 9
“We were different kinds of smart.” “We were different kinds of smart.”He didn’t even remember who approached who. They exchanged names and pointless small talk about majors at Danny’s cheesy surfer party, which amounted to playing the sorry ass Beach Boys and having a bathtub full of wine coolers. When she bullied the point across she was pre-med, he felt the urge to just excuse himself and hunt for easier game. Back then though she still had that dirty leg appeal under the smarts. He could almost smell it under a lemongrass body mist. She was an outlier, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks out to prove her holier -than -thou dirt poor Brussels sprout farming daddy wrong and become that pinnacle of female success, a doctor. She was attractive and curious enough to have done her time
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