Play for Stakes
Kitty and John weren't an item. At best they were friends; at worst, friendly enemies: the kind you loved to hate. There was no them, and there was absolutely no reason why she should stare viciously at flames turned into apples and no reason to be so furious with a girl that was more taken with Bobby in the first place.
And who couldn't touch.
No reason at all to be jealous. No reason at all to wish the new girl hadn't come. No reason at all.
But then why did her heart twist and say, that's my St. John?
And who couldn't touch.
No reason at all to be jealous. No reason at all to wish the new girl hadn't come. No reason at all.
But then why did her heart twist and say, that's my St. John?
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