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After pulling away from the basketball court and leaving the chaos behind, Janvi finally released my hand. We stopped, both of us taking a moment to collect ourselves. I could feel my pulse still racing from the confrontation we’d just had with the seniors, my palms slightly clammy. Janvi, on the other hand, looked like she was doing everything in her power not to explode with anger.
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