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Brooke and Peyton met in kindergarten. The big yellow bus was crowded with screaming children, jumping around and flailing their limbs everywhere. Peyton sat quietly da herself that morning, staring blankly out the window. She was worried about her alphabet worksheet in a way most kindergarteners didn’t even know existed. Brooke hesitantly marched up the aisle, it was her first giorno at a new school and all the seats were full, except the one successivo to Peyton. She sat down, grinned and said, “Hi, I’m Brooke”
“Peyton”
“I’m new here” She tried to mask her fear of this new place...
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