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At the highest floors of our school building, the view was magnificent. The campus was drenched in afternoon sunlight, students hustling by, the 3:00PM bell ringing across the grounds—signalling the end of yet another day.

I heard your footsteps before I saw you.

"Hey," you said. Your voice was quiet, hesitant. Behind you I could see Anne from a distance. She waves and mouths, "goodluck." I wanted to hug her, or smile at her, or wave, or something, but my attention was too focused on you.

"Can we talk?" your discomfort was almost tangible, I almost laugh. On a regular day, maybe I would've laughed.

This was not a regular day.

I simply nodded and we walked. This is it. This is the end.

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