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(Memory Fantasy) Drama in the morning class 2

Story:

A faint tap came from behind her.

Then the soft crackle of paper.

Peach turned.

A little white ball had landed on Violet’s desk.

Bill was leaning back in his chair, one hand resting beside an open textbook he plainly had not been reading. His attention remained on Violet.

She glanced at him, then picked up the paper. Peach watched her unfold it beneath the edge of the desk.

One fold. Another. Violet read.

The corner of her mouth lifted.

It was a small expression, but unmistakably mischievous. She raised her eyes to Bill and answered him with a look that seemed entirely too comfortable.

Peach’s fingers tightened around her pen. What now?

She could not see the writing.

That made it worse.

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