Romeo and Juliet- l.h.
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MatureComplete Fri, Feb 13, 201544m
"I should have never trusted you, Chloe. Ya know what, fine. Go sleep with this boy. Go live with the Hemmings. Don't go to school. Pack your bags now. I expect you gone by the time I get back from work," my mother said and slammed the door shut."I'm sorry, Chloe," Luke said softly. I turned to him."Why be sorry? It's what I wanted,"
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