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Siponimod: a new view at the therapy of secondary progressive multiple sclerosis
Journal: S.S. Korsakov Journal of Neurology and Psychiatry. 2021;121(7): 124‑129
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"Do I? Because every time we’re at one of these things, you’re 'just friends' with someone else."
"We are," he said, stepping closer. "Sarah’s just a friend. You know that."
"I did," she replied, her gaze dropping to his hand. He pulled it away quickly, but the damage was done. "Can we talk?"
Inside, the living room was a blur of neon lights and bass that rattled the floorboards. Maya found him in the kitchen, but he wasn't alone. He was laughing with Sarah Miller, the girl who had been his "lab partner" all semester. The way Caleb’s hand lingered on Sarah’s arm sent a sharp sting through Maya’s chest. "Hey," Maya said, her voice barely audible over the music. Caleb looked up, his smile faltering. "Maya! You made it."
Siponimod: a new view at the therapy of secondary progressive multiple sclerosis
Journal: S.S. Korsakov Journal of Neurology and Psychiatry. 2021;121(7): 124‑129
Read: 10020 times
To cite this article:
"Do I? Because every time we’re at one of these things, you’re 'just friends' with someone else."
"We are," he said, stepping closer. "Sarah’s just a friend. You know that."
"I did," she replied, her gaze dropping to his hand. He pulled it away quickly, but the damage was done. "Can we talk?"
Inside, the living room was a blur of neon lights and bass that rattled the floorboards. Maya found him in the kitchen, but he wasn't alone. He was laughing with Sarah Miller, the girl who had been his "lab partner" all semester. The way Caleb’s hand lingered on Sarah’s arm sent a sharp sting through Maya’s chest. "Hey," Maya said, her voice barely audible over the music. Caleb looked up, his smile faltering. "Maya! You made it."
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