Page 6 of Breaking the Rules

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"Something good."

"Specifically?"

"Pasta." Her attention shifts to her textbook. "See you later."

"Yeah." I force myself to turn away from her as I cross the living room and slip into my shoes.

But even as I step outside, I can feel her stare.

It's still doing shit to me.

It can't.

I may not be in control of much, but I'm in control of this.

I'm not reacting to Emma Kane.

Even if it kills me.

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