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I’m not proud of how long I hunched on the corner of my bed trying not to panic, fighting to remember that I wasn’t completely helpless without the library in the phone.
After a while I started repeating all the spells I could remember in my head. I got to fifty and started feeling better. I was limited but not helpless. That’s when feeling started to come back to my feet and I decided I needed to get to work before Mom got back from school and inevitably reamed me out about the bake sale money.
I pulled out my computer and went to a sketchy text-from-the-web site.
My mom took the phone. At home and grounded. If you need me, you’ll have to come to me.
I sent that message to Eric, and the weight on my chest got a little lighter.
Mom took both my phones. Eric thinks there might be so
