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a cardboard box.
At midnight, I found her sitting on the balcony.
The city hummed below us.
She wore pajama pants and one of my old Northwestern sweatshirts she had stolen without apology.
“You okay?” I asked.
“No.”
I sat beside her.
We were quiet for a while.
Then she said, “What if I get there and I’m not special?”
I laughed softly.
She glared. “Rude.”
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