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“Thiago, let it go,” Taylor said. “Enough with the games. I’m being serious.”
“Fine. I’ll let you off the hook, Kamila, if you promise not to do again what you did this morning.”
She sounded angry when she said, dead serious, “I’d rather lose my free period than my freedom. I’ve got to go to class.”
She walked past my brother and stomped off.
I looked down and shook my head.
She could be unbearable when she wanted to.
My brother walked up to me, looked me in the face, and said, “Stay away from her, Thiago, or I can’t make you any promises.”
He left before I could respond.
I felt guilty. And sad. And furious.
I wondered if Kam knew the effect she was having on us.
