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Epilogue
"I never thought this day would end," Vivianne groans.
I glance at her as we walk down the hallway—her, Imogen, and I all heading toward the main doors of the academy. "I got so used to doing nothing over winter break that even putting on my uniform took it out of me," Imogen says. "So how about we go to the diner and celebrate our first day back? I'm thinking burgers, fries, milkshakes—"
"Sorry, I can't," I say. "Adam is waiting for me."
"Out front? Right now?" Vivianne asks.
"Yeah. He should be out there."
She frowns. "What about girl time? You pretty much disappeared the entire break and came back suddenly one of us, now—"
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