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CHAPTER 62
VALERIE’S POV. I was finally back home, away from that annoying village and away from that attention seeking Blair, always trying to get all the attention to herself by acting weak and stupid. I collapsed onto my soft, pink bed, my legs kicking in excitement. Oh, how I have missed the comfort of my own bed and the familiarity of home. While everyone else sees our trip as a vacation, to me, it felt more like a torture chamber, with poorly prepared meals, icy showers, and relentless mosquitoes. And not to mention, sleeping in the same bed and being everywhere with Leo, who wouldn’t stop staring or talking about Blair. “My phone beeped, and I glanced up to see a message notification. It was from Mark. I almost forgot to mention the best thing about returning from that hellhole: I was final
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