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she knew she looked like a wreck.

when he got to the high school,
her hair was pulled into a messy
ponytail. her face was tired, as if
she hadn't slept in weeks. she wasn't
wearing her usual jean and t-shirt
ensemble, but a tank top and sweatpants.
her face was bare of makeup.

when he turned to her, the look in
her eyes had dissolved into nothingness.

"virginia-"

she turned in the opposite
direction and disappeared into the
crowd.

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