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Sarah DessenI mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that.
Sarah DessenA thump thump thump noise that was so unfamiliar, and yet I couldn't quite place it. But I knew it. It was - "Mmm-hmmm," Monica murmured, just as Wes came view into the path. He was running, his pace quick and steady. He was in shorts, his shirt off, staring ahead as he passed. His back was tan and gleaming with sweat.
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