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Discovering the Real Enemy

On the fourth day, I went into Hazel’s room to change her laundry.

Under her bed, I found another notebook.

A newer one.

Sophomore year.

The handwriting was tighter.

Angrier.

Again there were names.

Pages and pages of names.

Girls who whispered when she walked by.

Boys who posted things online after Mason’s funeral.

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