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“Oh, Liv, your planner.” She picks pieces of paper off the floor and sighs. Tears threaten to fill my eyes, but I take in a deep breath and blink them back. These are only things, and I’m not that attached to them. There’s only one thing I’m attached to, and I glance around for it. My mug from Jonah was on my bedside table. Where is it? I pick up clothes around the room and then I spot the mug on the floor. In pieces. The tears fall then. Everything else in this room meant nothing to me, but that mug? It was the one connection to Jonah I allowed myself. My most valuable possession. And now it’s gone. Araceli puts her arm around me. “I’m sorry someone did this.” My hands clench at my side. “It has to be Tanwen.” “Probably.” She sighs, and then throws my empty planner in the garbage c
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