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Markus flew as fast as he could to the room were Mim slept. He had sensed the serge of power from her at the beginning of the fight and he felt her s..
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The ponytail girl and the boy in black sat together, bent over a string of flowers. The girl finally, after many failed attempts, tied the two ends t..
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Markus leads Mim into his grandparents' manor. Mim cranes her head to look at the marble pillars and old paintings on the walls. He opens a door for ..
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The girl was a girl no more. In her place, with the same silver hair and the same white sun dress and the same face was a young woman. Her silver eye..
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I wrap my arms around Markus's neck and lean against his back so I can see what he is bending over.
“How is the translation coming?” I ..
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Markus looks up from his homework to watch Mim make dinner. Her movements are so graceful it almost looks like she is dancing around the kitchen. Her..
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I lean close to Markus' still form. I smile as I move his hair out of his face. He is slumped over his calculus book, pencil in hand and final review..
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I sit at the bar and sip my soda pop. The bartender, one of the club's owners and a famous male stripper, comes back to me.
“Nice night, huh?..
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Markus and I walk down the street after school Monday holding hands and chatting with our only other friend at Acemir Academy, Tyler. He is a happy-go..
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Markus stops at the edge of Mim's lawn and watches her leap into the arms of the tall, lightly tanned man standing with two other strangers waiting on..
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