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Chapter 163: Two Kinds of Loss
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... loor and collapsed onto my bed.
My mirror still had a smudge of mascara from this morning. My favorite blue sweater lay crumpled in the corner from yesterday, and for some reason it felt like the perfect metaphor for me....wrinkled, ignored, and way too dramatic.
Okay so... what the actual hell is my life right now.
My brain wouldn’t shut up. It kept playing the same disasters on loop.
Ren. Ian. Marcus.
A boy I can’t have. A boy I shouldn’t want. A boy wh ...
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