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I frowned 

She smiled 

A real smile

I smiled 

The bell rang

I grabbed her arm

She grabbed mine

I squeaked when she pinned down a bruises

And a cut

I was going to say stop

But I couldn't

She did the same

 She stomped away

She doesn't understand

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