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"I forgot Lucille!" You gasped. How can I forget something important? I hate myself!

The guy looked at you with concern and asked, "Are you alright?"

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You frowned. You glanced at your phone screen; it's already 8 p.m., and you were supposed to meet her at 6.

"Maybe I am," you mumbled.

It's a slim chance; you bolted out of the library.

Thanks for freeing me!" You shouted.

"Oh, yeah, no worries!" He said quickly.

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