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near the front when I walk.”
Patricia grabbed Mariana’s arm.
“Valedictorian?” she whispered. “That boy hid this from you?”
Mariana’s tears spilled before she could stop them.
On the stage, Miguel rose from the front row.
Damian stood first, clapping loudly, turning halfway toward the crowd as if accepting part of the applause. Beatrice stood too, smiling continue reading …
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