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The couch under the window had a dim light covering half of it, as an exhausted Justin came to sit down after a long day at work. He was anxious for what the couch would bring tonight; a scary movie night with the girl he's liked for over a decade. She'll sadly never feel the same way, he though, but spending time with her still made his heart flutter.
The couch in the front living room, however, was more than just a couch to him. It was his whole life from the time he was six years old. That could held christmas gifts and sickness memories and even his first kiss. Finding out he had to get rid of him broke his heart.
Flustered that she was found, Alisa arose from her crouched position behind the tuba case and stepped over a ledge to get out of the corner. "How'd you possibly find me?" He ignored her question.
"For God's sake, Alisa, I cant believe you're skipping another class! You need to get your act together! You've been warned by the director before that if any more of your grades slipped you'll be kicked out of the ensemble!"