“Caroline. How did I hurt him? I don’t even know him.” “Yes, you do.” I remember how he stood in front of me, blocking my way into Poet’s Corner the other day. He looked familiar, but I’ve never known anyone named AJ, and he’s cute enough, especially with that dimple and that adorable guitar-playing thing of his, that I would have remembered him if we’d met before. “Are you going to tell me?” She shakes her head. “You’ll figure it out.” I stare at her in disbelief. “I don’t want to figure it out, Caroline. I want you to tell me.” That might have sounded bitchy. I didn’t mean it to, but I can’t
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she's so mysterious along w/the rest of her group.
