XXIII

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For the next few days... she didn't say anything. She didn't look him in the eyes. She sat across him instead of next him. When she said hi, she looked down. When she said bye, she avoided his eyes.

At times he glanced at her in confusion. At times he sat next to her, but she scooted away.

She is going crazy. Her mind is going crazy. Her heart is going crazy. Every look he gives makes her nervous. Makes her heart beat fast.

When she went home. She laid down on the grass in the backyard. 

"Sam, Stop. Stop." She muttered, pressing her palm against her chest.

She likes him.

Despite the denial in her mind, her heart spoke for itself.

She likes him.

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