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Grace and I sit in our rooms. I page through the poetry book Augustine gave to me. I mean to study, but my mind keeps shifting back to the fact the Augustine knows that I stole from him. He says he forgives me, but how could he possibly do it so quickly? Someone bangs on our door. I open my mouth to allow them to come in, but the person swings the door open before I can say a word. Cassandra slams the door behind her. "Did you put her up to this?" "What?" I sit up straighter. Angry tears glisten in her eyes, "Did you put Florentine up to this? Was her attention not enough for you?" I frown, "What are you talking about?" "Florentine is sending me off to live with my aunt. She says she needs to focus on the plan. On you." "I'm sorry, Cassandra, but—" "You aren't sorry. You're probab
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