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vie walked nervously toward her eighth-grade science class. Ryan Fletcher’s text message from last night had been flashing through her mind all morning. ‘dreamin about u*** see u in class— Ry ’ Butterflies had found a new home in her tummy; she couldn’t help but panic just a little at the thought of seeing him.

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