On Tuesday morning, the girl realized that people had almost stopped asking her about the star.

She noticed it by chance, while standing beside the drinking fountain in the corridor. One of the girls who had been so interested in her photograph the week before walked past, smiled politely, and kept going.

She didn’t ask whether the girl had met the star again.

Didn’t ask to see more pictures.

Didn’t even mention the event.

The girl filled her water bottle slowly.

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