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... our spots at the back. Eyes followed us the entire way. Phones discreetly angled in our direction. I caught sight of a girl named Emma furiously typing something, then hitting send and immediately receiving three responses.
The social media machine was fully operational.
As we sat down, Cheon slipped through the door, taking her seat near the front. Her back was ramrod straight. Her hands folded neatly on her desk. The perfect student, except for the white-knuckled grip she had o ...
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