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February 1, 2014
"Is this a joke?," he asked. A pinch of pain in my chest. Anger and disappointment and insane longing folded into a swirling ball. I tried keeping the tears down, pulling my mouth into a smile. All I managed before bursting into tears was, probably, a constipated or pukeface look. I stormed off as fast as I could. His voice resonated across the corridor, but my mind couldn't figure out the words anymore. Afraid he would chase after me, I locked myself in one of the storage rooms, slid down onto the floor, and dug my nails into my dress.