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56: Our dreams will come to pass
“Daniel thinks next Saturday will be great,” Maria tells me. We are headed to the library to get her another set of textbooks. She went during lunch but forgot to pick some texts. Maria links our hands and guides me through the thin path leading to the back of the library. She grins with an excitement I don’t feel. “What do you think?” Ben has a fight this Saturday, I am not sure about next week. “Is that okay?”
“I’ll have to ask Ben,” I say and scratch the base of my neck. It’s almost laughable that I can’t make plans without consulting my boyfriend. Maria spares me a glance, a sound between a snicker and sigh escapes her but she says nothing. I push ahead of her and stop at the foot of the short stairs leading to the door of our destination. “Soo...” She glances up and I look away to the tall fence. “You and Daniel are dating?”
Colour rises to her neck, she covers he
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