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Thursday, August 23

Her eyes scanned across the entire lecture hall and focused on the spot where she was so used to seeing him. There was nobody in that seat. She lowered her gaze, disappointed. The lecture hall was buzzing with activity. Over in a corner, a group of guys were teasing this poor oversized girl about the new bag she was carrying. Another group of rowdy guys were kicking a ball of crushed paper around, oblivious to the number of scowls people gave when they bumped against them. April sighed softly as she took slow heavy steps towards her usual seat. She was glad that she was able to move about unnoticed. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand press down gently on the small of her back and the voice she heard was so achingly familiar that she felt giddy with happiness. “Here, you dropped this.” A hand held out a photograph. Immediately, April’s eyes widened with panic and she let out a gasp.

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