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Summary
"Oh great...it's little Ms. 'Can't-handle-a-little-teasing'..." Lincoln hissed quietly.

The emo cringed when he called her that. "I...I didn't expect you to be at school of all places..."

"I might be gone from home, but even I know I still have to go to school...and better question is, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be curled up in a vent somewhere writing your stupid poems..."

After hearing Lincoln's triad last night, Lucy shouldn't be surprised by his harsh tone. Yet, it still stung her heart that the calm, caring, and compassionate brother she used to know had been replaced by someone who probably couldn't give a *beep* about what she thought.

"T-The library is also a n-nice, quiet place to write..." She stammered.

"Sure it is..." Lincoln turned away from her, closing the Internet browser and beginning to log off the computer.