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TWENTY-TWO
Jeramaine's POV It was officially Valentine's day and as expected, we're back to walking to school separately, we're back to eating separately and we're back to no longer on speaking terms. I didn't know what it was but we didn't even fight. Didn't even do anything but suddenly we're just back to being two broken, single people, moping along the hallway, acting as if everyone else isn't disgustingly making out in front of the class ignoring the fact that they're blocking everyone. The irony. That used to be us, I thought to myself from afar as I watched Oriana pushing aside a couple so that she could get through the door to her class. I wonder if she got any. Probably tons, I thought. The school committee was preparing for the annual Love Letter Day for weeks. Aside from prom, Valentine's
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