The bus pulls up, the sound of its engine almost deafening. Riley and Carol talk, walking in front of us into the bus. Corey and I lag behind, our fingers intertwined. It's so strange how I never really thought of Corey as a person to show public affection. I love walking around holding hands with him, proof that he's mine. At least for now.
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