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ince we were six, inseparable ever since. She's an amazing ballet dancer, having practically forced her parents to ta

complains. She’s wearing a small pink tank top with a white cardig

n your closet? It’s 50 degrees and winter.

t reason. But right now, I

incoat is useless since I can feel water seeping through to my skin. Fiona spends the

seventy-year-old woman th

’s grandma. Imagine the p

rth week at Clare University, and the massive campus is a nightmare for my terrible sense

girls tried to take your spot. I even

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became friends. Matt is what I’d call a quiet jock, if that’s even a thing, and he

something. “Matt!” I

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what time does it start? W

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steal you

or, wearing a deep blue strapless top, a leather jacket, and

hat to me,” Fiona s

rush over, ready t

pin her down, messily painti

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. “Let’s get dinner. I’d

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early than late, right

follows me out

tt with his team in the corner. We find seats at t

y. Camila is her sort-of girlfriend, th

come to a sports ga

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t’s sit here.” I point

n cheers. The Eagles and the Cheetahs start the game, and minutes

I yell. Fio

. My phone rings. “I’ll take this,” I say to Fiona, ste

e? You’re not at

a basket

’re handling college. I haven’

I know, I’m sorry. I’ve

you’re busy. I’m probably inte

? You there?” I check my phone. No si

lize how packed the stadium is. Sud

going!” a voice says. Holding my head,

He has shaggy brown hair, bri

g to find Fiona. She’s not

ooks away. Something ab

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looked familiar. Pro

g eye contact. Heat rises in

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