She seemed nice. Funny. Outgoing.
The kind of person who made conversation easily.
We’d already joked about staying up too late, decorating the room, and getting through freshman year together.
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Now she walked toward us with her parents.
She looked at me.
Then at my dad. Then my mom. Then the garbage bags. Then the van.
Her face changed. Only slightly. But I noticed.
« Oh, » she said.
Just that.