He Finds Her
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He found Dahlia running through Friday’s logistics in the middle of the school gym. She had her hair in a messy knot, her sleeves rolled up, and a notepad in her hands. She was heading the prom operation.
She smiled when she saw him approach, the curve of her lips beating out every ounce of tension in his bones. “You never come here,” she exclaimed, rushing to greet Jack. “What’s up?”
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