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Chapter 4: Casserole and Aged Paper

It wasn’t him, after all. I realized that the moment he stepped fully into the classroom and I saw his round, deep brown eyes, nothing like the thick-lashed, almond-shaped blue ones that had been haunting my dreams. Disappointment dropped like a heavy anchor to the pit of my stomach, taking my fleeting hope with it. The new kid was handsome, though, and his face did bear a strong resemblance to the guy I’d seen the other night. I wondered immediately if they were cousins or something, though that would’ve been a ridiculous coincidence.

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