persian buttercups
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Last published Sun, Mar 22, 2020
"Nice tattoo."
I swallow thickly, glancing at him and then down at the little red tattoo on the inside of my wrist. I'm surprised that he even noticed it. "Oh thanks. It's a.."
"Ranunculus flower. Also known as Persian buttercups."
I smile at him, impressed. However, Mystery Guy continues to stare at me with a stony expression. "Hey thanks for..."
But he's already gone, walking off down the hallway before I can say thank you for opening my locker. I scoff, rolling my eyes at his retreating figure. Rude much?
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To say that Cora Abbott and Archer Reid started off on the wrong foot would be an understatement. But as fate would have it, these two troubled teens may have more in common than they originally thought...
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