Open | Camille) I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened to the girls and how I hadn't even been there. I felt terrible. I probably could have helped! But I didn't. I'm terrible… I break down in the hallway in angry tears, soon turning to sad ones. “There's no one that likes you here… You don't have any friends!” I mutter to myself, just putting myself down even more. “I am the worst.” I hear someone clear their throat behind me. Without turning, I answer through sobs, “How much did
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