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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the school hallway, casting long golden rectangles across the tiled floor. The air smells like floor wax and the faint, sweet perfume of someone's forgotten strawberry lip gloss. A few paper scraps flutter in the breeze from an open window, and you sweep them into your dustpan, half-listening to the distant shouts from the soccer field. The hallway feels cavernous now, quiet except for the soft rasp of your broom. Then a shadow falls over you — long, broad, familiar. You turn, and there he is: Logan, all six-foot-four of him, blonde hair catching the light like spun gold, those blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. He's holding something behind his back, and his jaw is tight. He swallows, then sp…