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13: A thief lives with us

My dress is missing.

First, my underwear. Now, my dress. Anger stirs within me, flooding my veins even as I try to stay calm. 

I love that dress. I made it myself. That dress is the first complicated dress I ever got right on my own, and now, it's missing. 

As I rummage in my bag, I'm on the verge of tears. 

It has to be here somewhere, I keep telling myself. Yet, as I dig deeper into my wardrobe, search my bags and hanger, I realize that it's nowhere amidst my stuff. Even my drying rack is empty.

Storming out of the balcony, I try to think up a prime suspect amongst my flatmates. There's no way my dress could've grown wings and flown away. Someone must have taken it. But who? Who could've stolen my dress?

When I knock on Amanda's door, and she says to come in, I immediately strike her off my list.

The only furniture in her room is the flatbed she

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