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The boy expects her to reply. Lynn panics. What should she say?

"Oh."

Mentally, she smacks herself.

"Would you like to help me?" The boy asks nervously. She stares at him. He elaborates, "I've heard the teacher talk about how brilliant you are in the halls."

Lynn's eyes bulge. The teacher talks about her? What if the teachers gossip about her during lunch!

The boy notices her expression. He puts his hands up. "Don't worry! It's good, she likes you a lot."

"She doesn't even know me." Lynn mutters.

The boy's eyebrows raise. "Can I know you?"

Lynn thinks she may cry out of happiness.

She smiles.

The boy smiles.

"Help me after school today. Come over to my house." He offers.

Lynn nods.

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