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there in her cheer uniform, calm as sunrise. She was the head cheerleader, the prettiest girl in school, and the kind of girl half the boys in the county thought they were in love with.
I looked behind me.
She smiled. “No, Tyler. I mean you.”
My face burned. “Is this a… joke?”
She stepped closer. “My brother has Down syndrome. I know what it feels like continue reading …
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