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Do You Hear Me?

“Don’t tell me,” Katherine says, fingers idly twirling her hair, legs pointed at the ceiling and rocking back and forth. “You’ve never thought about it.”

Caroline sighs, flipping the pages of her textbook even though no knowledge was retained, wondering just where exactly this tangent is headed. She doesn’t want to bite, and seriously considers ignoring her completely, but knows that if she does Katherine will just keep on talking.

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