SIX MONTHS LATER
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"He's out your system, it took you a while
You got your family back and you got your smile.
And you promised your sister that you'd never go back again."
"Mother of God," I mutter maniacally as my fingers tear through the contents of the umpteenth box I’ve looked through. "This is it. f*****g i***t. This is how I go." I inhale on shuddering air, hands flying to my face in a wild, rabid motion. "RHEA!" I scream, flying around as best I can in my awkward, squatting position, finally giving up my search. "I CAN’T FIND MY BINDERS!"
"What?" she calls from downstairs.
I tear out of my empty, half-unpacked room, bracing myself on the bannister at the top of the stairs. "I THOUGHT I KEPT THEM IN MY BACKPACK AND DIDN’T PACK THEM WITH THE REST OF MY s**t, BUT I CAN’T FIND T
