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Connor
Connor resisted the urge to race to Emery’s side when he saw his friend hide his face in his knees and sob. He was supposed to head straight home, not shout a hasty, “Em had to dash, Mark, hit with the stomach flu he’s been fighting. See you tomorrow!” before zipping out of the middle school and following after Wendy’s retreating form. He’d managed to stay out of sight and hide behind a collection of trees as he watched the fight.