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... ’t a single dramatic moment that broke him. It was a slow bleed months of quiet hope, of orbiting her without ever daring to land, of convincing himself that time was on his side.
They were juniors when he first noticed her properly.
She sat two rows ahead in AP English Lit, always with a notebook open, doodling constellations in the margins while Mrs. Callahan droned on about symbolism in *The Great Gatsby*. Caleb watched her more than he watched the board. He watched the way sh ...
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