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Being stranded on a deserted island? Bad. Being stranded with Maurice, my sworn enemy? Even worse.
As Simon's twin sister, you met some of the choir boys. Most of them were nice, but there was one brunette boy you always seemed to clash with.
"There's a fine line between love and hate, yn." Simon told me, sitting on a log while we ate mangos.
"Well, for me the line is huge, and I know I hate Maurice."
We are like ice and flame. Storm and calm. We are sworn enemies, and it will stay that way.
But I am slightly tired of saying my cheeks are just red with anger when he teases me.