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I hang my head low toward the window and pretend to be asleep. Que Sera, Sera! I decide to follow mom's precious advice whenever I'm afraid of the future. Whatever will be, will be— my mom's tender smile appears in my head. "Mia! Mia!" Red's voice jolts me awake. Flashing my eyes open, I'm astounded to find his face closer to mine, no seatbelt holding his torso. "Are you okay?" he asks, worried. "Yeah," I mutter, wiping the beads of sweat on my forehead. What's going on? Red is staring apprehensively at me. "What? Did I do something?" I'm panting. "Um . . . No," Red answers, but I don't think he's being frank. "I mean, you were talking in your sleep." "Huh? What did I say?" Panic strikes in me, praying that I didn't say anything weird . . . or vulgar? Red smiles feebly. "No
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