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After staring at the doorway for a moment where Chloe had disappeared, Alex turned to Mr. Cook.

“If that’s enough proof for you, I’ll be leaving now.” Mr. Cook’s mouth twitched, he wasn’t sure what to say.

So, Alex stuck his hands in his pockets and left Mr. Cook sitting at the table, his mouth dropping with comprehension of what had taken place.

If I was a Chloe, where would I run to? Alex wondered as he stood in front of the school in the frigid air. She didn’t have a car. She could have called her mom to pick her up, but that would mean she was probably still close to the school. He whipped out his cell phone, then had second thoughts. Maybe I should just go home. She needs some time to cool off anyway.

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Shivering, Chloe sat against a tombstone in the graveyard across the street from the school and let the tears fall where they would.

How can I be such an awful person? How could I have done that to Alex?

Tired of crying, her thoughts and breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep.

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