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with both of us there.
We asked for the counselor.
We all sat down in the cramped office, and Emily told the counselor everything. The counselor, a woman with kind eyes and a no-nonsense bun, listened without interrupting. When Emily finished, the room was quiet.
“Now? Like, in the middle of second period?”
“Leave this with me,” the counselor said. “This continue reading …
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