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... et, I could feel the weight of the question hanging between us. My fists clenched, and I could almost hear him struggling with the words, with the shame of it all. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and final.
"It’s over," Mark said, cold as ice. "I’m going to bed. Goodnight."
"Mark!" I slammed my fist against the door, the impact sending a jolt up my arm. The sound echoed down the stairwell, bouncing off the walls. "Open it! Mark!"
Nala grabbed my arm, her grip firm but no ...
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