I won't
Libby POV "I'm not doing it, mom. There is nothing in the world that you can say to make me help you with this." I tell her as I get in the driver's seat. "Oh, really, what if I start talking to the locals around here and tell them all about my sweet, smart daughter and her extra curricular activity." My mother sneers threateningly. "It's just one mark. You can help me with this one job, right?" "I thought you gave all this up?" I try to reason with her. "Well, I did, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and you are just as guilty in all this as me. If I go down, so do you, Libby." She says, examining her nails. "Come on, this guy is loaded, and I need you." "I won't do it," I state, but she must be able to see she's getting to me. "You will." I look over at her piercing
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