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... half open, sneakers squeaking against concrete, clusters of students trading homework answers they probably should’ve finished the night before.
I hadn’t even made it to the steps when I spotted Marina weaving through the crowd, iced coffee in one hand, a look on her face that screamed I need to talk.
"Hey," she called, falling in step beside me. "So... Trent asked me out."
I blinked. "And?"
Her nose wrinkled instantly, like I’d just asked if she’d drink expired m ...
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