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          “ You know, I don’t want to sell out my buddy or anything but I feel like this, ” his fingers circle a slice of air, gesturing at himself, Hannah, and Clay at the back of the library, “ is going to take FOREVER if I don’t. You know, he really likes you, Hannah. ” –––– what would be laden with an intention to guilt, comes out as well-meaning as the sparkle in Jeff’s eyes. Always there; a constant you can count on. Like the unnatural stink of the meatloaf at the cafeteria, or the sun rising in the East. “ And my Jeff senses tell me you maybe like him too. ” 

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