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35. The Very Last Person I Expected
Serena's POV Okay, first off, I think I need to exhale, and then I'm going to try my possible best to kick the thought of Damon away from my mind because it seems like he's the only thing I keep thinking about constantly these days, and it is just so f*****g infuriating. How the f*****g hell does he manage to be the only thing that keeps on ringing in my mind endlessly, non-stop, day after day? Good goddess. I shake my head quickly as I look up at my locker and begin to take out my notebook. What's the use, and what the hell am I even doing? It's not like I will be able to assimilate anything I want to r******w, or at least I could use my super speed reading, but will that help? I am not the kind of person to assimilate something under pressure. Goddess, what am I going to do? And i
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