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Ethan

I noticed right away early this morning that Morgan looked different. Instead of wearing her hair up in a ponytail, she let hang free. It looked really good, like the kind of hair that I wanted to run my fingers through and get lost in the smell of it.

That sounded kind of creepy, but there was just this draw towards her that I never felt before. I never gave her a second glance during high school, but now that I had there was a lot I missed out on.

Our first-period teacher, Ms. Brown, began her lesson before I had a chance to even initiate a conversation, but I would definitely talk to her after class.

                                                             &nbs

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