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the pickup truck. Emily saw me first. She was laughing at something he’d said, but her smile dropped the moment we made eye contact.
I marched up to the driver’s side window and rapped my knuckles against the glass.
Slowly, the window lowered.
“You have got to be kidding me!”
“Hey, Zoe, what are you doing—”
“Following you.” I braced my hands against the continue reading …
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