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I followed the bus. When it hissed to a stop in front of the high school, a sea of teenagers poured out. Emily was among them.
But as the crowd flowed toward the heavy double doors of the building, she peeled off.
I watched her walk away down the driveway.
She lingered by the bus stop sign.
What are you doing? I soon got my answer.
An old pickup truck continue reading …
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