depriving me of sleep. (I am still in awe of this, at once insidious and ingenious.) I drifted off long before sunrise and woke up so hungry my stomach was in cramps. I folded my pillow in half and lay so it pressed into my belly, tricking it into thinking it was full. When the pain subsided, I fell back to sleep and dreamt of cold streams, soft-boiled eggs on toast, and a boy passing me a quadruple-folded note, written in a code we’d just invented: Do you like anyone in class as more than a friend?
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