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IT WAS SOMETIME AFTER four in the morning by the time I’d finally fallen asleep. When Nathan tried waking me for school, I gazed at him with bleary eyes and mumbled that I wasn’t going.
He raised his eyebrows. “You’re not going? Jesus, I was the one who was up most of the night.”
I yawned and slowly sat up. “Actually, Duncan paid me a visit.”
His eyes widened. “Duncan? Are you serious?”
“Yes, and there’s something I need to tell you.”
Just then our mom came up behind Nathan. “Good morning, sleepy-head.”
“When did you get home?” I asked.
“Early this morning. You’d better get moving. You’ll be late for school.”
“Nikki says she’s staying home,” Nathan said.
“Oh?” She walked over to the bed and put her hand on my forehead. “Well, you don’t seem to have a temperature or anything. Y
