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Chapter7
Jenna The next thing I know, I’m being woken up by a loud banging on my front door. Who the hell bangs on someone’s door so early? I pull myself up slowly. Brandon and I fell asleep on the couch, me on his chest, his arms around me, protecting me as I slept. How did we not make it to my bed? I smile to myself. He looks so beautiful lying here. Knock. Knock. I run to the door if only to stop whoever it is from waking Brandon. It’s 8 a.m., for Christ’s sake. We didn’t sleep long. Who honestly needs to be knocking on my door so early on a Sunday morning? “Mother,” Crap, how could I have forgotten our Sunday morning breakfast? I don’t know why she puts me through this each Sunday. She brings food with her and watches me eat, never actually eating herself, before sending me off to vo
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