Closing the broom closet door, I escape.

I hear a girl’s whisper in the dark. “Don’t scream, I’m hiding too.”

“Bullies?” I ask.

“Mean girls.”

Stomachs churning with frisson, our fingers brush and interlock at our sides.

“It’s okay,” we say together.

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