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Not even five minutes after I'd rushed past the adults and into my bedroom, locking the door behind me and putting my hands in my hair, there was a frantic pounding on my door. "Victoria," Luke said, his voice slightly muffled, but I ignored him, stung and humiliated and a million other things. "Victoria," he pressed, and I shook my head, looking up at the ceiling to keep the tears from spilling. "Go away," I said, and I wanted to kick myself for sounding as heartbroken as I felt. "Just―just go away." "No," he replied, and I released a long, shuddering breath. "Luke, I just―I need to―" "Victoria, you have to listen to me, okay?" "No." I replied, my voice a snarl. "God, I already feel stupid enough, just mind your damn business and leave me alone." "Victoria―
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