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“Doing what?”

“A jewelry designer,” I announced I’d been lovingn However, I hadn’t wanted to ad shit out around her I didn’t mean to

She scoffed “A jewelry designer? Oh my God, your head is so far up your ass in dreaners?”

I clenched my fists at my sides “I’ll be one of them”

“Why? Because you’re special? It takes more than a little creativity to n, Dahlia”

“Jesus Christ, Mom,” Davina snapped

I narrowed ood at this stuff You don’t get into MassArt if you’re not, Moot in, but it is”

“A big deal? Getting into Harvard is a big deal Getting into art school is a waste of your life Why a to do is talk souy and on this school You need to—where are you going?”

“I’rabbed my keys, my coat, and hauled open the front door

“Don’t talk to me like that and don’t you—Dahlia!”

“Why do you do that to her?” I could hear Davina shout as I hurried down the porch stairs “You’re always on her back!”

Always, I hissed, drawing back the tears that threatened to spill Only e

Fingers tre, I called Gary, but he didn’t pick up, which ! I ducked my head and hurried down the street My thu who I could call

I kneho I wanted to call

But he was probably working