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“You’re on my mind … and it doesn’t seem like you’re leaving.” She took a long, deep breath. “Do you want me to?” Now, both hands were on her cheeks, locking her on my lap. “No.” Joanna “B abe, why are you crying?” Monica said the moment I walked into her room, the textbook falling from her hands as she extended her arms in the air. “Come here. Hug me?” I took a seat next to her on the edge of the bed. “I got it, Mon.” Her eyes widened. “Your period? Your final GPA? Help a girl out. What are you talking about?” “The job—not the one at the gym or with the art dealer. I’m talking about the job. The one I’ve been hoping for. The one I didn’t think I had a chance in getting because I’d heard nothing and then bam.” A softness spread over her face as the realization hit her. “The job, j
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