“Are my eyes deceiving me, or is that Lizzie Young I see?” I called out when I spied her leaning against the metal gates. Lizzie laughed and I swear, it was the best sound I’d ever heard. She raised her hand to wave and called out “hey,” while I jogged the rest of the way. “Well, shit, it is Lizzie Young,” I teased, slipping through the pedestrian gate. Letting my schoolbag fall from my shoulder, I fisted the front of her flannel shirt and pulled her in for a hug. “There’s my girl.” “Yep.” Her arms came around my waist and she pressed her body to mine tightly. “Here I am.” And then she did
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