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face reddening, my palms sweating. I don’t know. Maybe I
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don’t want to. From across the hall, Alex calls out. “Chris!” He and some other guy—he’s tall, slim, and has light brown hair—try to wave Christina over. I exhale, thankful for the distraction. I look at them and then back at Christina, saying nothing. She misreads my expression. “Okay, I give Alex a hard time, but he’s not all that bad.” Christina’s big, dark eyes dart away as she smiles sheepishly. “And mostly I only hang out with