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T he days after quickly became an insane juggling act. Between schoolwork and basketball practice, I was spending as much time as humanly possible with Clyde. There were still so many questions that needed to be resolved, and it was honestly nice not to have him up in arms against me anymore. Granted, crossing Vanessa nowadays was like avoiding gunfire, but it felt worth it just for a chance to explore such a strange and fantastical circumstance. “Let’s go to the woods after practice today,” Clyde said between gulps of water. “I can’t sleep at night thinking about how woefully unprepared you are against one of my kin.” I shot him a frown, scribbling something down on my clipboard before putting it down on the bleacher seat beside me. “Whose fault is that? You hardly tell me anything a
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