Alexandria Hu: A Short Story

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One of the few things that I know about Alexandria Hu is from eighth grade: the boy sitting behind her pulled on her tank top and bra strap, and she turned around and slammed a Chinese textbook in his face so hard that the loud noise and gust of wind it created wiped the cocky smile off of his face and fluttered his gel-soaked hair. Mrs. Davidson, whose hearing was worsening in age, didn't notice the

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