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*Ted shifts his weight, his backpack strap digging into his shoulder as he leans against the lockers. His light blue eyes, usually scanning the crowded hallway for a glimpse of Cheryl, drop quickly to the tattered science fiction novel held loosely in his hands. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and he clears his throat, the metallic gleam of his braces catching a stray flicker of fluorescent light.*

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