Clarissa rolled her eyes once again and pulled her hand away. ‘Mom, what does he have to do with what we’re talking about right now? I’m the murder suspect, not Sineas.’
‘Yes, dear, but I’m telling you, that boy is trouble- I can feel it in my bones.’
‘But Sineas is a good guy! He’s not like all the other boys in our school. He’s totally…’
‘Please don’t tell me that he’s different, Claire because I don’t think I can take much more.’
‘Mom, if only you knew how kind he is, he’s also funny and charming and very smart…’
‘Justin was smart. And if I recall, he was funny too…and kind. Two months later and you were wishing you had never met him.’
Clarissa replied, ‘Justin was a jerk from the beginning. I just rolled with it because Sabrina and Doreen convinced me that a guy like Justin was a rare find.’
‘And don’t you think it’s a matter of time before this Murphy boy also shows his true colours? Claire, his own mother escaped from a m
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