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CHAPTER 29
I've slept and showered the remnants of yesterday away down the drain. My skin is red and sore from how hard I've scrubbed the dirt and sweat off of my body. But somehow I still feel unclean.
After showering, I step out and wrap a towel around my body. The mirror is a perfect representation of how my brain feels right now: fogged. Cloudy. I defog the mirror with my hand, but in my reflection I don't see anything worth praising.
I get dressed in casual attire for the day—flats, a pair of jeans and a sleeveless blouse. I check my phone after applying my makeup and doing my bun. Sarah texted me, telling me to meet her and Lucas in the library.
"Okay
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