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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
One Face, Cold Floor. |
2,025 | 30 |
| 2 |
Two I made a face at him and asked, amused “How old do you think I am, five?” |
2,464 | 19 |
| 3 |
Three I just liked staring into his eyes; they were a pretty colour; green, a colour I associated with spring, which had Easter. And we all know what Easter means: chocolate. And I love chocolate. In fact I’d marry it, if I could. (Yes, I’m that weird.) |
6,583 | 13 |
| 4 |
Four
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5,513 | 8 |
| 5 |
Five “Sometimes, I really hate being Scor’s ‘best friend’.” Rose stated a few silent moments later, creepily echoing my thoughts. |
3,496 | 7 |
| 6 |
Six “Why were you out anyway?” |
5,167 | 10 |
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