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❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐠𝐨

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❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨
𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭
𝐠𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞.❞

[𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓.]

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"ELLIE!" Serenas excited voice came through the phone which made Elodie instantly smile. She was finally allowed to call back home and of course her first call was going to be to her sister. Elodie already missed her so much, she just wished she never had to leave in the first place.

"Hi, Rena!" Elodie responds in the same tone. "Staying out of trouble?" She asks, knowing her sister was one to wreak havoc, especially for their father.

"Mm, a bit." Serena admits and Elodie laughs a little bit.

"It's good to talk to you."

"I wish you were here." Serena's voice sounded a bit sad which made Elodie frown.

"I know. You'll see me in no time, I promise." Elodie hoped that was true. She hated breaking promises but right now, she couldn't exactly give an exact date.

"Papa said that you may not come back for a few months." Serena tells her and Elodie wanted to punch her father. Why would he even say something like that. Well, he was most likely hoping that would be the case.

"Well, nothings for certain." She denies and she heard Serena sigh a bit.

"Is everyone nice?" Her sister asks and Elodie almost wanted to laugh at that. Most of the guys here treated her like a little girl or like she was scum on the bottom of their shoe.

"Uh.. relatively."

"Is the guy cute?" Serena asks suddenly and Elodie was wondering why the topic of conversation suddenly switched.

"Which guy?" Elodie asks, a bit confused on what she was talking about.

"The researcher?" Serena says in an obvious tone and Elodie bites her tongue a bit.

"Oh, he's not my type." She denies, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Who is?"

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