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But if John were being honest, the house did get lonely on the weekends. John was still struggling to get his short-story writing — I mean, his painting — career off the ground, and Rebecca and her family had been more than supportive, even during the breakup. I am in my blue shirt. So she has stringy hair? I force myself to move my gaze away from his face, to stop taking in every inch of him. He shrugs and flashes me a boyish smile. I open my pencil case, trying to find an appropriate-looking pen. Instead, he surprises me by smiling and thanking me. I scrunch my eyebrows, turning back to face the front of the room. When I feel his gaze on me, I ignore it.
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