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I pulled out a thin pad and a tampon, slipping them both into the inside pocket of my coat. “Oh. That’s why you came to your locker in the middle of class,” Mrs. Mason said. She cupped my cheeks in her hands, then brushed my hair. “Are you all right?” I nodded, still feeling tears cooling on my cheeks.
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