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“Newsflash. They aren’t the ones

with a kid locked in a room,” she spits.

She starts to pound on the door.

“Stop that. You’re going to hurt

yourself.”

"Then you'll have to come in here,

and I'll get to scratch your eyes out with

my good hand. Psycho."

I place a hand on the door, taking

deep breaths to stop myself from losing

it. She is a teenager, I remind myself.