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9 | Newfound Tolerance

Phoebe’s POV

I was braiding my hair in a fishtail when someone knocked on my door. I shouted a ‘come in’ from where I was standing, probably thinking it was the maids.

However, the door opened, revealing Ava. She had a cautious expression on her face as I stared at her impassively not knowing what to say. After she comes to stand in front of me, she raises her hands which held a plastic box of chocolate pastry.

She passes me an apologetic smile and I immediately burst into a laughing fit at her hilarious reaction.

She looks at me like I’m crazy then she herself joins me in laughter. “It’s ok I forgive you. You know I can’t stay mad at you for long especially when you bring chocolate cake” I say.

She passes me a soft smile and envelops me in a hug which I return. After a while, she lets go and I see her getting angry.

“Jeez, I feel so mad right now at Nate. That bastard ha

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