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The printer stalled. Again. It was beginning to seem as though it couldn't spit out a single piece of paper anymore without break. Lizzy didn't think she'd broken it; all she was doing was printing out an essay she'd written for English class.
I guess even my printer is protesting against school, she thought bitterly.
I leaned against the wall, waiting for something even though I wasn't entirely sure what it was I should be expecting. Was there a package that had been sent, or a new student? Something I was to receive, or someone I was to help?
Then he rounded the corner, smiling, and all doubts left my mind as I ran toward his open arms.
It took forever to think of what to give him for Valentine's Day. I knew he was with someone else, but i'd never given up on the hope that maybe he still felt the same way I felt about him. So when I dropped off the package at his house, I was sure to leave a note that read, "I love you. Even after all this time... I think I still love you." And I left my phone number, just in case he'd forgotten what it was in the month since we'd fallen apart.
It was a slow day in the classroom, and Mel didn't want to write the report due next class period. She'd already failed the last one; what made her teacher think this would be any better? The prompt was terrible as well, and Mel was not optimistic about her results.
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