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daily – 54

“Coming!” I yank myself up and push Patrick through the doorway and toward his room.

“Everything’s fine,” I hiss as fast as I can, practically shoving him through his own door. “Just put your headset on and use your bedlight. You’ve been in your room reading since I told you to come home. You haven’t noticed a thing.”

I suddenly jerk myself to a stop, just before slamming his door shut. What the hell is wrong with me? Someone else hacked my system, and I’m acting like I’ve done something wrong.

All those shadowed bodies trapped on the surface of the moon.

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