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I should have known; there's no way she would let me in naturally; all she cares about is Jake. It's unlike her when all she does is bark and slap me around. But, of course, my story moved her, and she suddenly felt bad and wanted to be nice, so she gave me a pass to hold her. What the heck? So pathetic of me to believe her.
No one, no human, has ever played me this smooth.
Sunday ends while I spend it in the quiet of my bedroom walls.
Today, Monday morning, I shower, change, and get down to the first floor to leave so I can help Harper during her math class. Before I can leave, I come across Amy in the kitchen cleaning the worktop.
"Good morning," she beams, her teeth shining, looking ready for the day and desperate to make amends, but I doubt it's from the heart.
"You want
