"But maybe I can", Emily answered. "And maybe I want to."
"Maya dropped Emily's rose on the bench and stomped away. Emily watched her weave through the rows of planters past the foggy windows for the exit and wanted to cry. Her life was a horrible mess. Her old, simple life-the one she'd had before this school year started-seemed like it belonged to a different girl entirely."
— Nov 03, 2025 06:54AM
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