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A Friday unlike any other. 21 July 1972.
Caroline, Rachel, and Tracy insisted on coming along in the taxi. They were adamant to accompany Emilee from the hospital late that Friday morning. They giggled and snickered when they noticed the blazer. Emilee had managed to wipe the jacket free from most of the mud and dirt.
“You pitied the armor off your Prince Charming?” Rachel asked.
“He was only being nice.” Emilee slanted her eyes.
“I understand there were two princes who came to your rescue,” Rachel insisted.
“I said enough, Lloyd!” Emilee grabbed her pestering friend’s hand and squeezed it until the latter squirmed. “Be nice,” she pleaded.
When the four girls entered the foyer of Magdalen, they were met by a spontaneous chorus. Every student who was not in class at that hour was
