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CHAPTER TWELVE
Chapter Twelve
On Monday, after classes, I go to the park to see if I will find Malik there. I sit on the bench I danced on, nursing a Styrofoam cup of coffee and watching the high variety of people walk past. After two hours of waiting, I decide to head back to school. As I pass the coffee shop, the delicious aroma makes me duck in to buy another cup for the road.
Cleo wanted us to go on a shopping spree together but I made her cancel the
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