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slid off her jaw. “Maya fell in the mud and you laughed, and then Emma pushed Chloe and all three started screaming. You looked so tired. I thought if I walked up, I’d kill you all.”

My hands were covered in her blood.

I hated that detail instantly. The warmth of it. The way it got into my nails.

“You don’t get to decide alone,” I said.

“I know.”

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