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Infinite

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 21: Infinite . Aiden followed Miles around the room aimlessly as he dug under cots and rummaged through bags.  Aiden wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for, but Miles seemed to collect something everywhere he searched, building a pile on the bed.  He was gathering clothing: some of their roommates’ extra jackets, masks, and hats that Miles didn’t exactly have permission to steal.  
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Black + Grey

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 22: Black + Grey . “Are you cold?” Miles asked as they shuffled back toward the village square.  The climb down from the temple had been much scarier than the climb up, and both boys managed to rip their jackets on the wood and cover their hands in splinters.  Aiden tore a hole in his jeans and now stared down at it, unsure how furious his mother would be. 
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Craving

(23). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 23: Craving . Miles jumped from the canoe into the freezing water, attempting to drag the boat upshore with Aiden still seated inside.  He was only half-successful, and Aiden leapt out to push it the rest of the way.  The ends of their pants hung wet and their skin blushed pink in the cold.  But as they retrieve
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A little chat

(24). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 24: A little chat . Miles trailed behind Aiden, an eternity’s length away, until they made it back to their room.  The halls had begun to fill with students hurrying to breakfast, the extra bathroom down the hall, or their friend’s room somewhere in the house, and the commotion separated Miles and Aiden even more.  Miles didn’t enter their room until a full minute aft
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The Talk

(25). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 25: The Talk .“So,” Wyatt leaned back, tapping his fingers evilly, “what exactly is the deal with you and Aiden?” “The deal? There is no deal,” Miles shrugged. But even in his denial, his body still huddled together nervously, and his face stung pink. “You lie like a five-year-old. What happened between you and Aiden?” 
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Over

(26). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 26: Over “Zane! Just give up! We’re lost!” “We are not lost, I recognize this place!” Zane trekked on, determined.  The afternoon sun was baking him like a casserole, leaving him drenched in sweat, but he kept moving. “We’re walking in circles,” Ryder heaved, fall
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Reunion

(27). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 27: Reunion .  “A whole week? Sir, please--” “A week is being generous after what you seven pulled!” the principal boomed, bringing his fists down onto his desk. “The behavior the two of you demonstrated at the park was beyond disappointing, and then I come to find out that the other five of you left
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Big Plans

(28). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 28: Big Plans .  Aiden didn’t even get to set his backpack down before crossing paths with his mother in the kitchen. Her eyes were red and heavy from the sleepless night before, in which she had stayed up worried sick until he got home.  Her hands gripped a hot cup of coffee, fingernails tapping rhythmically in thought. The red polish was chipped and torn away--she had been chewing at it.  
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Delusional

(29). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 29: Delusional .   Miles was sprinting down the street, avoiding the sidewalk because it was too crowded, and dodging cars as they came his way.  Aiden needed him, he told himself.  Aiden was a damsel in distress in need of saving, and Miles was his knight.  He
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Insanity

(30). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara .Chapter 30: Insanity .  Aiden’s mother was outside the door.  He had figured as much by the way she hadn’t yet checked on him despite the racket.  She liked to listen to the whole story before she said her piece, like a modern-day Socrates. She was listening to everything now: every shout and plea and whisper, assessing exactly how to feel.  
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