•Ch.28•

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My hand is pressed up to the glass. His hand on mine. We smile at each other. I get up and release my hand. His smile begins to fade away as I start walking out. He slams his fist on the window. I look at him with the corner of my eye, then I exit the doors.

I get in my car with tears in my eyes. I look up and see rain. Pouring down on me.

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