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Is she serious? Is she seriously running like she’s about to be caught by a monster? Aida would not approve. No one will approve. This story cannot be told to anyone then. “Peggy wait!” She heard wood scrape the floor, and was sure he was coming after her. Why is the door so far away? Why does her face feel weirdly ticklish? She touched her cheek, looked at her hand and saw her fingers were wet. Confused and concluding what would have happened if she had sat in the lunch bar, she bumped into the desk by the door and winced. But that didn’t stop her from hurrying out the door.