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The rain beat against her head like shards of glass. They said he wasn't available. That he couldn't see students right now. She drew her fingertips against the class and felt the warmth press against the inside. She needed to see him, tell him everything. She had to, he was her friend. Her only friend. She spat up the warm taste of blood and beat against the glass.
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