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“What is it? Spill,” Chelsea
demands. There isn’t anything I can keep
from my friend. And then I wonder if
I’ll be putting her in danger by telling
her.
“I don’t know. It just sounds stupid
when I say it out loud.” I bite my lip.
“This is me. You can talk to me
about anything.”
I sigh and look out the window
again. Every single person looks
