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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Palm Beach, Florida[/b]
October 6th, 2018[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=FFB6C1]“Oh, did I hurt your fragile male feelings because I called you out on your bullshit?”[/color]

Mara rolled her eyes, unamused by what she saw as Diablo trying to divert the blame to her. The assertion that she’d shrike her academic record just because she didn’t like him was not only disrespectful but hilariously stupid. She had spent the entirety of her time at King’s Academy being a model student and being this close to graduation and being done with Florida was something she was very happy about. Diablo wasn’t that important. But then again, he probably wasn’t important to anybody; not even his parents.

[color=FFB6C1]“But it’s whatever, [i]Caligula[/i]. I’ll be, you know, inside. Waiting for this night to end. It’d be great if you didn’t join me. [i]Ciào.[/i]”[/color]

Mara didn’t even consider listening to whatever retort Diablo could come up with, choosing instead to be where teachers could see her and mark her down for caring enough about her grades to attend. This mockery of a dance? She was cool with caring enough to just skirt by and getting back to business as usual.
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