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“We do. I’ll be here at seven to pick you up.” “We’re not really exchanging presents, are we? Promise me you won’t get me anything.” I tucked the blanket tighter around her. “I promise.” She gripped my shirt, looking up at me. “I’m serious, Andrew. No presents. I won’t have time to get you anything and I can’t afford to anyway, and if you get me something, I’ll just feel bad.” “I swear, no presents. You don’t need to worry.” I bent down to give her one last kiss. “After all, I already got my present from you last night.” She gave me a faint smile. “If you’re good, you might get another present like that tomorrow.” “I can’t wait.” CHAPTER FIFTEEN BECCA My parents didn’t discuss the college thing or mention Andrew even once during the long car ride to my uncle’s house in Austin. The
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