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    My turn to dare and i planned on making sure i blew her mind sooner or later. Jill was that one girl and a lot changed one day after class. Jill sat two desks over and glanced over at me and smiled. With a smirk on her face she replied
‘truth or dare?’
and i replied ‘dare’
For the next 30 minutes we dared each other to make noises and ask Mrs Greyman wierd

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