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My hearing went on and off for the rest of what seemed like years. "We know!" The doctors voice sounds out suddenly. "Know what?" I heard Niall ask, and Harry said "Yeah." They both had stayed by my side for the whole unknown time period. Because somehow, I always felt their presence. It was like the flow of a lightbulb, it was always warm and inviting. "Know what?" Harry asked again. "It was cinnamon." The doctor said, I think his name was Dr. Marvel. "it was in the oatmeal." I heard them shuffle in their seats. "Cinnamon?" Said an Irish accent. "Yes. She's highly allergic to it. If given even a small amount, it can be fatal." It was quiet. "Fatal, as in dead?" Harry asked quietly. "Yes." Dr. Marvel whispered.
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Meant To Be
FanficLayla is an American girl sent away to London for a dance contract with only her wallet, dance shoes, and a dream. She expects to find a story worthy of a biography, but what she gets is a story for Hollywood. Things get out of hand, featuring a boy...
