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... felt strange—out of place somehow—like trying to laugh at a joke you didn’t understand. My stomach was hollow, but it wasn’t hunger. I just sat on my bed, the tray of untouched leftovers from earlier still on my desk, while I scrolled through my phone.
Her pictures filled the screen, one after another, each swipe pulling me in deeper. Val laughing in the campus garden. Val pretending to glare when I stole her fries. Val’s hand half-covering her face when I teased her for being "too perfe ...
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