Later that morning in sewing class, Riley tried to concentrate on her latest project, a cover for a throw pillow. But she kept sneaking glances at Willow. Larry Slotnick sat between Riley and Willow. He was tall and lanky, with brown hair and brown eyes. He lived next door to the Carlsons, and he'd had a crush on Riley since kindergarten. "So, I finally got to you," Larry said the third time Riley glanced his way. "What was it? My incredibly strong jaw? My masculine chin?" "Huh?" Riley asked.
"You keep staring at me," Larry said. Clearly, he didn't realize she was looking at Willow. He gave...
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