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I am repeatedly asking the girl if she is okay, but she is too busy trying to save the already-broken watch.
I sit down in front of her to tell her I am sorry, but as soon as I kneel down, she jumps up startling me.
"Hey? Are you alright? I am so sorry about the watch."
She just gives me a quick nod and runs away. "Is that were the gates are?" I shout behind her.
She turns back, and shouts back a low-pitched 'yes' which is barely audible.
That's when I really see her face.
It's the girl in the plaid skirt.
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Blue
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