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I had fallen asleep on the couch and had just now woken up, it's currently 8 am, too early to be waking up but thank goodness because I hadn't set an alarm the night before and I have a lecture at 10 so better get ready then. I stood and went up to my room but it was completely trashed, my stuff was thrown around everywhere what the fuck happened here. The first thing that came to mind however was to find the painting Luciano had gotten me, I didn't care about the art supplies surrounding the floor. If that painting, my first ever one and a gift at that was broken? I was gonna go crazy. I began searching left and right and to no avail it wasn't there. My heart beat quickened and I felt tears of frustration and annoyance creeping up in my eyes. It is far too early to be crying but that painting...I went to wake up Amara only to find her already up, she was on her phone smiling widely. She looked guilty, but why would she do this to me? What could I have done to her?

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