ghost of you
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Naomi Carey sat in her seat at Fredrick James Senior High, filling in test bubbles idly, not caring whether or not they were in any ballpark of being right. She glanced at the clock and sighed, seeing that only three minutes had passed since she last checked.
"67"
She jerked her head up and looked around.
"The answer is 67"
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