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I flew back froen beca once

He dropped the white piece of paper back into the mailbox

Was that a note for ? Had he written me back? I yelped and did a happy dance for all of ten seconds before freezing with the dough-covered scooper in my hand

I couldn’t wait to read what he had written tome to leave hi I’d described?

I had to go get it

Oh shit

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Jules – Three Months Later

I stared at the pole in front ofthe shiny brass not to cooperate Bass from the speakers rumbled the floorboards under my bare toes It was always better when I couldn’t hear anything other than the hts “Let’s try not to split my shorts this time”

Gripping the pole, I let out a sharp breath and swung around it, letting ht pull me in a complete circle Mo is, the faster it can be whipped around three inches of brass

You’ve got this, Jules Staring down the pole and daring it to let rip Maybe atteic number The muscles in my arm bunched, ready for action I swayed and dipped to the one over in my head The smaller tricks helped distract me from what I was about to do

I braced ripped the wars over my head I probably looked like a splotchy to e

The intensity of the ed h to nearly bangIt probably wasn’t the sh when I tried this, but since when had anyone accused h? The stack of handwritten letters tucked under my bed were a testament to that

I switchedout straight My heart ha beat of the o with s to anchorlike a character in a music box—albeit a kind of screwed up one I stretched out my upper body perpendicular to the pole and struck a fierce pose At least, I hoped it was fierce The website had called it the Divine Diva Apparently, I’lutton for punishment

Sneaking a glance atto a tree to stop fro out of the rainforest canopy into the jaws of predators down below, co didn’t feel very diva-like Taking a deep breath, I relaxed into the pose, pointed , and extendedit was