“This can’t be happening,” I groaned, feeling sick to my stomach, as I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. “This isn’t happening.” “What’s wrong, Molloy?” an achingly familiar voice asked, and I clamped up with tension when Joey sank down on the table in front of me. “Were they out of Rolos in the tuck shop?” Forcing myself to steady my nerves and look at him, I leaned back in my seat and smiled weakly. “How’d you guess?” He tossed a packet onto my lap and winked. My heart flipped in my chest as I stared down at the packet. “Joe.” My throat felt like sawdust. “That’s so sweet.” He
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