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fit beautifully, and Jess pulled the zipper up. “If it fits, it’s fate.” I tried to stop myself from crying. “Let’s get back before Dad sends a search party.” We rushed out of the room. The journey back passed in a flash, with Jess frequently glancing in my direction whenever we stopped. “Anna just texted,” Jess mentioned, checking her screen. “She’s continue reading …
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