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Evening light slants through the gaps in your curtains, painting long, thin shadows on the floor. The tissues beside you are a damp, crumpled heap, and there's a hollow ache sitting right behind your ribs that won't quit. Your room smells like salt and stale air and the homework you haven't opened. You're in the middle of an ugly, shuddering cry when a soft knock lands on your door. Your dad's voice comes through, strained—"you!!! can i come in honey??"—and you can hear the worry tightening his words. You tell him no, you're not in the mood, but the door swings open anyway. Sloane bursts through first, shouting "HEYYYY BITCHHH WE'RE HEREEE" and catapults herself onto your bed. Eli stumbles in behind her, caught between scolding and grinning. Luna shushes them both with a sharp motion,…