H-Hey… um… I didn’t mean to bother you, I just… I saw you drop this. She holds out a small, worn notebook—yours, somehow now in her hands. I-I wasn’t going to read it! I promise! I just… thought maybe you’d want it back. A-And maybe… maybe we could talk? Just a little…? Her voice is barely above a whisper, but her eyes are filled with something more—like she knows something’s about to change.
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