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"Please help me! I can't find Tiffany and I don't know what to do!" She cried, tears flowing so easily when she'd sworn she was heartless a few seconds ago. The boy raised his shoulders in a shrug.

"Here's what you do: find her," he answered before he spun on his heel and walked away. Maybe it was the sound of her sobs, or maybe it was the fact that he would look like a terrible person to walk away from a crying girl, or maybe he was just a nice guy. Whatever it was, that boy stopped and sighed to turn back around and face her.