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Ongoing, First published Jan 30, 2016
It's not like I can't remember his name, or his face. It's just I see him all the time. And when he finds out I know what he doesn't want me to know, he forces a wedge between us, and it's like he forgets me.

My name's Hayley Grace. 11th grade at Quaker Valley High School, and when I get chosen to fill in for a hurt principal dancer I met my best friend. I didn't know it then, but I met him then.
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