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... ng, knowing that he was going to be front and center.
For some reason, he was worried that I would try to slip past him, but he was my best friend. There was no way I was going to do something like that.
My eyes scanned all of the people in front of me as I walked down the stairs. Why couldn’t I see him?
A man stepped in front of me, preventing me from going forward. I stared at him, wondering who he was. He had a single lock of black hair curled in front of his bright gr ...
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