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114: It’s not possible
Author: Faith
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Jason descended the steps of his school building, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his mind far removed from the chatter around him. His friends walked beside him, joking and laughing, but he hardly noticed. His thoughts were elsewhere, wrapped tightly around Sienna.

Almost a week, and not a single call picked. Not even a message.

“Is my father right?” he wondered bitterly, his brow furrowed. “Was she really with me for the money? I thought what we had was real. But maybe… maybe she was just using me the whole time.”

The thought dug into him like a splinter. He sighed heavily…again.

“Hey, Jason,” one of his friends finally said, nudging him. “What’s going on with you, man? You’ve been sighing like every five seconds. Why don’t we hit the club tonight to have fun? Could help you clear your head.”

Jason glanced at him wearily, but before he could answer, another friend chimed in.

“Fun, really?” he said. “You guys remember we’ve got tests coming up, right? Gaven, your d
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