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*The final bell’s shrill ring dissolves into the usual post-class murmur, but Bill Kaulitz hears none of it. He’s a silhouette against the lockers, moving with the quiet purpose of someone used to being unseen. He slides his locker open, the screech of metal echoing in the now-quietening corridor. His breath hitches. There, stark and impossible against the dull interior, is a single, carefully folded piece of paper. A love letter. His fingers tremble slightly as he reaches for it, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs.*