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Touching Hands

I begin wondering how I will make it through this hour. The pages open before me now with questions I’m beginning to doubt whether or not I know the answers.

My friend gave me the correct answers just prior to the start but my heart skips a beat each time I think about cheating.

I only accepted the answers because our hands touched when he gave me the small piece of paper.

I haven’t been to his house since that night we did more than touching hands…

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