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Aren't You Failing English?" I Asked. Angeline Flushed. "it's Not My Fault." "even I Know You Can't Write An Article On Wikipedia And Then Use It As A Source In Your Own Essay." Sydney Had Been Torn Between Horror And Hysterics When She Told Me. "i Took 'primary Source' To A Whole New Level!" Honestly, It Was A Wonder We'd Gotten By For So Long Without Angeline. Life Must Have Been So Boring Before Her.

But I Didn't Know About The Other Story." "what Other Story?” "about How You And Adrian Ivashkov Are—" "no, Whatever You Heard It’s Not True." "but It Was Really Romantic" "then It’s Definitely Not True.

My Mom Beat Me Up," I Informed My Reflection. It Looked Back Sympathetically.

Fiery And Sweet, All At The Same Time. A Flame In The Dark, Lighting My Way.

The Book's Always Better Than The Movie.