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Maureen got home, where scar was waiting with a smirk and a box. “Guess how much I paid for—” She stabbed him in the arm. He blinked. “Well that was rude. And uncalled for.” “Reallt Scar? That was mortifying!" she yelled. “I swear you're the worst!” He bit his lip. “Even franklin—" She started, going into the fridge for water. “Dont say that name,” He said lowly. “What?” She asked. “Stay away from him. I don't want you talking to him anymore." Maureen rolled her eyes. “Scar what on Earth are you talking about?" “I saw you. I watched. Smiling and talking with him. Eating lunch with him. I don't want you to talk to him anymore!" “We were working! And it's not like you to be jealous.” “I'm not jealous!” he shouted. She blinked.“Yeah? Well I don't want you talking to Christin—"
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