Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. To—to find myself. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. Jonathan, however, still lingered. Ann Veronica was not ready enough to deal with that counter-stroke. Cathy Beck was outraged.
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