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Chapter 17
*Zair's Pov continued: After dinner we play video games in the her living room. They are not the kiddy games that she told me she had, which doesn't surprise me. (She has never hidden the fact that she didn't want to hang with us, but we hoped to change her mind) I sit next to Amaya, with our knees touching (I made sure of that) and she didn't notice. She was too into the game, because she is very competitive, just like her brother. But the only thing that I wanted to win was her heart. "You cheated!" she says reaching for my controller. "Hey, I don't cheat," I chuckle, knowing good and well that I did cheat. "You kept poking me in the ribs, because I was winning!" she says as she squints her eyes and points her finger at me. "It's your fault for being ticklish," I say, then I get an
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