Book 3 – Chapter Six
Luna’s POV I stand in front of the large, cracked mirror that hangs on the back of my closet door, a recent acquisition from a yard sale. It’s a cheap, second hand piece of décor, much like the rest of my tiny, rented studio apartment, the only scrap of real estate that I can actually afford in the Boston housing market. I run my gaze critically over my outfit. A pair of faded jeans and an oversized, shapeless knitted sweater that I found in a goodwill a few months back. I look . . . frumpy. I sigh heavily, the sound echoing off the thin walls that do little to mask my neighbours when they fight. Everything I own is a relic from thrift a*****e shelf, you don’t get a lot of choice in trendy clothing when you are digging through the leftovers of someone else’s life. I sigh, my shoulders s
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