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this time, he followed her;
intothe janitor's closet.

her eyes were red, as if
straining herself from crying.

he kneeled next to her,
pushing a loose strand of
hair behind her ear

"tell me what's wrong?"

she took a deep breath, her voice
unsteady. "it's nothing."

"v."

"it's nothing."

"virginia."

"caleb. drop it."

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