They stayed behind at school to write the paper. They threw something together to please the teacher, but neither of them liked it very much. It was finished quickly, but they weren't allowed to leave for another hour, so they sat and talked. They talked more and differently than they had in class. There was no one else in the room, so they felt a little better. (Even though they both kept listening for footsteps and watched the door carefully.)
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hands :: joshler
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