of attention, she has zero interest. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I close my eyes and slump in my seat. The auditorium lights dim to signal the start of the second half. Hopefully, it’ll be over quicker than the first. Mark crushes his program and throws it at me. “Kennedy Conrad’s up next. Don’t we have Government with her?” he whispers. At her name, I sit up a little straighter. It’s a weird reaction to someone I don’t know. “What’s she doing?” I ask no one in particular as I open the crinkled program and scan the list to find her name. Dance? Interesting. The velvet curtains
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