Becca Mojica

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A weak smile was all I could muster before I leaned back against my seat, wedging my head against the window. All the touches and quiet moments almost made it feel like we were a couple, but I’d learned never to read too far into things. Guys don’t see me that way. The one time I thought a guy did, I’d wound up wanting to bury myself under my high school until graduation.
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