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I look away.

"You were too busy with Blackdust that you didn't notice me. Words cannot explain my problems. I have a voice in my head- my ribs poke through my stomach because I starved myself."

My cheeks turn hot with guilt. I turn around and look into her eyes.

But she isn't looking at me.

She's looking at the walls. The elders are still sleeping.

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