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The rain poured down outside. The pitter patter on the roof kept Sally from sleeping that night, kept her from dreaming of things that wouldn't happen.
This was the last straw. Abigail was tired of Stephanie's bullshit. How did she think she could flirt with her man and get away with it? No, ma'am. Enough was enough. "Excuse me. What do you think you're doing?" Abigail asked Stephanie.
A brief moment was all he needed. He just needed a quick look at him to know he was still in his life.
Switching between this shirt and that shirt, these jeans and those jeans, these shoes and those shoes. Which outfit was perfect? Which outfit would make him the most jealous? This would be the last night he'd see him until summer. He had to make a lasting impression.
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