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London“What the heart knows and what it chooses to believe are two different things.”
—London Wright
I sprint out into the living room to find Paige sprawled on the couch, reading a magazine.
“Maggie just texted me!” I shriek, causing Paige to toss the magazine up with a yelp.
“Say it; don’t scream it. Jeez, London,” Paige says, holding a hand to her chest.
“Sorry.” I shake my head. “But she said that Loïc is back and that I should go over and see him.”
“Really?” Paige quickly sits up. “Well, go. What are you waiting for?”
“I don’t know!” I cry as I jump up and down, clapping my hands. “What should I wear? What should I say? Oh my gosh!”
“You look fine. Just go. Oh, but I’d at least brush your teeth. You know what they say. Actions speak louder than words.”
“Of course I’ll bru
