Biff laughed as he ran off, leaving Carter in a puddle. His books had spilled out of his hands and into the water and were soaking.
Having long ago resigned himself to such a fate, Carter didn’t even sigh, merely searched for his glasses. They appeared before him. Putting them on, he saw a hand. Following it up the attached arm, he realized it was Veronica’s hand.
“Thanks, Veronica!” he said, beaming.
She pulled him to his feet, smiling when their hands touched. As she helped him pick up his books, he thought it was like a dream come true.
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