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... cold. Voices. Laughter. The creak of the restroom door swinging open.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve as I scrambled up to my feet.
By the time I made it back into the classroom, the day blurred. Classes rushed past, words bouncing around my head but refusing to stick. All I could think about was what had happened in that restroom, the taste of him still on my tongue, the way he said "be a good boy, okay?"
But then I remembered the folded paper in my pocket. < ...
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