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SLOANE

I grab the juice from the fridge, the coolness of the bottle biting into my palm. I pour it into a glass, watching the liquid swirl. I take a sip. Bitter. Or maybe that's just me.

Morning walks have been my escape lately, the only thing keeping me from losing my damn mind because dad won’t let me out of the house.

I can’t wait to leave this house especially now that I have something to prot