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Lynn walks with her head down.

The halls are crowded. The air is filled with the raucous noise of students.

A book slips from her hands. She crouches to the floor to retrieve it. A girl gives her a nasty look.

Lynn keeps her eyes averted.

There's a force Lynn can't explain. A pull for her eyes to look up. And she does.

She sees him.

The boy.

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