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Wynter had always respected teachers, so she clinked her beer glass with Marie.@@novelbin@@

Marie smiled even more brightly. “Kiddo, has anyone ever told you you’re mature and likable beyondyour years? Being with you improves my mood.”

“We probably just have a good vibe together,” Wynter replied, picking up a piece of fry. She rarely lether guard down naturally around anyone like this.

Marie was tolerant and open–minded. Even when Wolf approached her, he didn’t react harshly.

Wynter used to think only her grandmother had this kind of gentle presence, but now she had

encountered another. And it was a stranger.