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AMY BEARCE
AMY BEARCE
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.
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