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Look how far we’ve come together, Hopper mused to himself.
Eleven (no, Jane) sat next to him in his truck, on their way to the annual Snow Ball at Hawkins Middle School. His heart swelled with a secret pride. Jane was finally getting the chance to have a real childhood. Well, adolescence.
Out of the corner of his eye, Hopper imagined he saw Sara sitting next to him.
But no, it was Jane, wringing her hands and fidgeting with her skirt. And that was okay too.
“Nervous?”
Jane nodded curtly. “Yes.”
“Well,” Hopper laughed, “don’t be.”
“Don’t laugh,” she grumbled.