Mr. Cleaver did worse. He mocked her. She clicked her tongue. “We’re not on the playground, Mr. Cleaver.”
He looked down at her feet. “If the boot fits.”
Tiffany wanted her other life back right now. She wanted to spread plaster over a surface with wide sweeping arm movements and if Mr. Cleaver happened to be in the way, all the better.
Join Tiffany and Will as they travel toward friendship, respect and trust.
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