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Chapter 2: System Shock.
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... chairs. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows, bouncing off glossy textbooks and half-empty juice cartons. Laughter erupted from a corner where the basketball team crowded together, while in the back, a group of girls compared phone screens, squealing over some idol video.
Kent Gilbert sat at his desk with his foot bouncing uncontrollably. His palms were slick, and the notebook in front of him was smeared with the same four words he’d written over and over: "Emily, I like you."
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