Forty-two | 20 days, 18th hour
I stood on the back of my shoes, leaning against a mirror. And on one side are different shades of dresses. Long, short, cocktail, formal – all sorts of dresses that would usually fascinate me. But since I've been in this mall for five straight hours, I've already grown tired of seeing them. “You know, this is my first time staying in a mall for this long” Chace mutters beside me, looking at my twin sister. “I can't believe Blake finds this funny. I definitely wish Tristan was still here – maybe he could force those two to stop, you know?” Tristan had left midway. We don't know how. Don't know when. But when we just looked behind, he wasn't there. “I'm totally kicking him,” Chace threatens, his hands turning into fists. I guess he still fights, like Blake, Tristan and I. It's obvious i
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