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Show Inside Out, 34 head. We had never spoken to each other again and by seventh grade Sariah had moved away. I was sure Maren and the other girls from my I.M. list wouldn't do anything like this. They hardly remembered me, now that Maren was a cheerleader and the others were busy with their new classes. Besides, it couldn't be someone from far away, right? It had to be someone who had access to the library's wireless network I sighed. I wouldn't know more until I went back to the library. |