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Scrubs her gleaming white teeth with a ragged brush
Spits in the sink, the blue foam staining the cream-colored tiles.
'Love? ' she snorts. 'You might be the only person who still believes in it.'
But Priya wasn't standing behind the bleachers with Jay, away from the madness of gym class.
She didn't see his fingers shake as he reached for her hand.
He didn't tell her she was beautiful, even though she was sweaty and wearing baggy clothes.
But how can I confess to Priya,
Curvy, beautiful, with her exotic coloring and cavalier words,
With her long ...