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... unexpected olive branch from a boy who, until a few days ago, I'd categorized as... well, let's be polite, non-friend material. My fist clenched, not in physical anger, but in a desperate need to reclaim some control. Before my brain could catch up, my hand shot out, knocking his away with a sharp smack.
The sound echoed in the sudden silence, a punctuation mark on the tension-filled room.
Slap!
His eyes, those same blue eyes that usually seemed lost in daydreams, met min ...
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