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“Ew,” she said, her voice drifting up to me. “Why is all the stuff outside? Did you guys seriously sleep in the car?”
“Rowan wouldn’t let us in,” Mom croaked, hugging herself.
Bella looked up and saw me on the balcony.
She pulled her sunglasses down.
“Rowan!” she shouted, waving as if we were neighbors saying hello. “Stop being such a drama queen. Open continue reading …
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