chapter 3
'Margie has nine appels.if she picks 19 more in 4 minutes how many apples dose she pick each minute?'i look over at jerret.
'19 divided by 4?'
'yes, witch =s...'
'4....75?'
'exactly but u cant have .75 of an appel in this question so its just 4.'
'oh'
'lets take a break.' i mention.
we both push ourselves up and i sit on the corner of his bed. 'do you actually need a tutor?' i ask him. he looks up with a straight like mouth.walks over leans down and kisses me. 'no i just need you.'
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