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Melissa s RiteChapter 8
Melinda made a conscious effort to hurry herself along. Usually she was quite sluggish on a Monday morning, reluctant to return to the weekly regime of school and homework. But by the time Heather had finished her shower, Melinda was already dressed and packing her backpack. Heather cast a lingering gaze on Melinda as she crossed the room, stopping beside the dresser. Melinda paused and looked up. "What?" she demanded. "Nothing." Melinda's eyes grew dark as they flicked over...