Page 34 of The Choices I've Made

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I rolled my eyes, storming out of the yellow room while silently calling him every rude name I could think of.

In alphabetical order.

I reachedFhalfway down the stairs and was feeling mighty proud of myself.

Until my foot slipped, and my butt hit the hard corner of the oak step. I screamed, “Fuck!” as pain radiated from my turned ankle.

Familiar footsteps sounded behind me seconds before I heard Jake say rather smugly, “Guess you’ll be needing those doctory skills of mine after all?”

My mental list reachedPforprickby the time he knelt at my side.

So much for a grand exit.

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