She would never understand why he kept eyeing on her. She wasn’t that pretty, she only knew how to play violin—which isn’t too good to be proud of, she said—and she just transferred to the school a month ago. She wasn’t sure if she knew him, but he seemed familiar.

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“That stuff has been there for years, right? I wonder why do you hang it on your window instead of wear it on your neck. The chain is pretty, though.”

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