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She looks at me from across the lunch room. I catch her eye, face heating up, and hide my face behind my hair. Through my periphery I watch her lean over to her friend, clad in a leather jacket and light wash jeans, and whisper one, heart-stopping word.
"Cute."
I can't stop smiling.
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