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... d, people buzzing with gossip and half-finished assignments, but underneath it all there was that dragging, heavy ugh that came with the start of a new week.
I was leaning against the lockers, chatting with Marina, just talking about nothing in particular while I kept trying not to sound half-dead from lack of sleep. She was animated, whining about how much homework Halifax gave over the weekend and I was just nodding along, letting her vent.
Then I spotted him—Trent—coming down ...
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