“Thank God,” I say and wrap my arm around his neck. “Why are you here? I thought you didn’t need any more PE classes?” I ask. “I decided to take one. And good thing.” He sighs and takes my hand into his. “Which one?” I ask. I can’t imagine Hardin being athletic at all. “Yours.” I gasp. “You didn’t.” “Oh, yes I did.” His anger seems to be dissolved as he smiles at my horrified expression.
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