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... lways hovering over me—looming at my side, demanding attention, pushing herself into every corner of my day.
But today?
Today I knew what real tension was.
Because she wasn’t.
I got to school first. Walked into Halifax’s classroom with my usual half-dead shuffle, backpack slung low, earbuds in. But when the door opened again a few minutes later, when she walked in—head high, uniform immaculate, hair catching the morning light—she didn’t so much as glance at me. ...
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