The secretary's glasses slid down her nose as she focused on her typing. A girl with puffy eyes walked into her office. She set a broken box on the secretary's desk.

She sighed. "Who's heart?"

The girl sniffled. "Mine."

"Name?"

"Katie Jones."

The secretary searched for the name. Nothing showed up. "How'd you get it broken?"

"He snuck it into my room."

She nodded. A common move. "Sorry, but you're not in the program, so you'll need to fix it yourself."

Katie hesitated, grabbed the box, and exited. The secretary sighed. Poor girl. She went back to working.

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