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Intro. If I watch her one more time today, I'm going to lose my damn mind. there he is. Again. Now outside the locker room, as if he hadn't already followed me through the corridors, chased me out of the assembly, and was loitering around the vending machine as if I didn't notice. I close the locker so hard that it echoes down the tile corridor and some guys are startled. It's not my problem. Aj. His voice is soft, as if he thinks I'll break if he speaks louder. I won't. I've already tried. Silence did not save me then and it will not save her now. So I don't answer. Not a glance. Not a blink. I pass by her as if she were air. Not even that, because the air doesn't burn your lungs just because you're nearby. She is smoke. AJ, please. Just talk to me—

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