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88 The Mixed Tape
James sat alone in his room, the same song on repeat. It had been playing for a good ten minutes now, and he entertained no thoughts of turning it off. Occasionally he sang along, caught up in the fervor of the music coursing through his veins.
How could she? How could she give him something like that and then just walk away? What was wrong with her?
In the next second, he would be asking the same question of himself. He couldn’t get to her, but wasn’t that partially his fault? He sighed. The mix CD held no answers either.
James Knox. Original character.