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A M Y B E A R C E
That’s what the boys in books did, right before they leaned
down and touched their lips softly to the object of their affection.
Someone stumbled into me, and I jolted forward. “Hey!”
I turned, but no one else seemed bothered. My classmates
were pressed close, as was our teacher. But my backpack was
missing … and so was my note to Jace.
