Fifty-five
They held hands all the time between classes.
When Benny's classes were over he would rush to Violette's class.
He never wanted to speak to Rosie again.
Violette's face was better, but her bruised ribs were still in agony.
Benny: I love you, remember that.
He kissed her on the lips as she went to class.
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