CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED-SIXTEEN

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At the wishing well, a voice whispered: can I make a wish without a coin? {}{}{} (Monday—8:22 p.m.) “Who’s that sexy thing, I see over there?” Singing loudly along the song playing in her speaker, Dianna has a spatula as her mic as she danced around, waiting for her late dinner to be cooked. “That’s me, standing in the mirror!” spinning and singing with no regards of how loud she is, her joy was interrupted when the speaker went from her song into an announcement of a call. “What the?!” stopping, she dashed to her phone, disconnected it to the speakers, and sighed in relief when she did not broadcast a call from Ezekiel—especially with how scandalous her younger brother is. Answering it once she calmed down a little bit, she put on an enthusiastic smile to influence the tone o f her v

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