Ins and Outs
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Last published Tue, Nov 5, 2013
Alexei was that girl that everyone loved; she always got straight 'A's, made friends with everyone, and always had some sort of smile on her face. That's why no one expected that she would end up jumping off the school roof.
My name is Skylar, and this is the story of Alexei and me.
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