Baby Sitter
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- Parts 7
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Last published Mon, Apr 27, 2015
'Mia,' Shari says, 'Your life has turned into one of those stupid cliche teen romance movies.'
'It better not have,' I roll my eyes and rest my forehead in my hand.
'I think it definitely has,' Shari smirks, 'You've got this guy who can't seem to leave you alone and also happens to be super hot, spanking rich, a total badass and drives a Harley. You know, 99.9% of the female population of Earth would believe that this is actually a good thing.'
'Not if it's Cameron Chamberlain,' I groan and bury my face in my arms.
'Definitely if it's Cameron Chamberlain,' Shari grins and pats my head.
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