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... y limit. I fiddle with the volume dial just to give my hands something to do. Something like not sliding through the messy bun Lyre’s created out of her rainbow-colored hair.
"So... sleep. That’s still a thing, right?"
She doesn’t look at me. "I’m fine."
Okay.
The temperature in the car drops ten degrees with those two words. Not literally—though with Lyre, you never know. I clear my throat and lean back in my seat.
She’s been like this ever since Grace ca ...
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