I could see her across the room (filled with other students like me.) She whispered something to who I assumed was her good friend. Then they both turned to look at me. I blushed and looked away. It was as though I could hear their thoughts, so clearly, so sharply. She is one of us. But maybe it was just my imagination. Or my hope. Or maybe it was both.
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