Another two weeks passed, and as they did, Arty felt sadder each day. He sort of liked meeting in the library every day with Abigail.
One day, when they were dividing up the last of their work between them, Abigail leaned forward, "You know, when this is over, we should still hang out."
Arty raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know you liked me that much."
"I didn't know you liked me that much either." Her smile was triumphant.
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Short Story"lol u there?" "Use proper grammar." "no u" "Ugh." Arty can't stand that he has to be in a project with all around quirky girl, Abigail. He hates her, with a passion. Arty knows Abigail is smart, that's why she's in Arty's Advanced Calculus. When th...
