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Chapter Eight
Tim continued to drum his pen against the desk, making me look up from my textbook to stare at him. He seemed to be reading whatever book was in front of him, and I wondered if it would be okay to tell him to stop messing around with his pen, or whether it would be better for me to just ignore him, and try to read through the irritating noise. We were in the library together. David had to leave about twenty minutes into the study period, so he'd just gotten up and left, leaving me and Tim at the library by ourselves. The place was close to empty since more people preferred to spend the period in their homerooms or the general study hall downstairs. "Tim," I found myself saying when I couldn't ignore the noise of the clicking pen anymore. "Can you—can you stop playing with your pen? The n
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