Mindless busy work and singing sounded like a wonderful deviation from pain in the a** week she'd been having. Peyton had headed out immediately after returning America's last tweet, making a b-line for the towns and the school that stood within it.

She realized, as she arrived, that she didn't know where in the building America was currently working. Smiling to herself, she stood in the lobby, senses straining, before raising her voice. "I can't fight this feeling any longer, and yet I'm still afraid to let it show. What started out as friendship has grown strooooonger.~" She paused there, waiting, listening.

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