Your locker number.
A number.
I will never forget.
I'd always see people slip letters in there.
I've always wanted to just snatch up one of the letters.
And read it.
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The Quiet One✔️
Short Story"I'd be crying out of sadness and depression right now, but I can't because I have no tears left"
