I stomp my feet a few times, and the music cuts out altogether as I enter the living room. “I’m home,” I say to her back. She turns and glances back at me from over the couch. “I thought you were staying out late.” “Changed my mind.” I take a seat on the couch across from hers. “I should get to sleep then. Nico needs me to stop by the market tomorrow before school to get his friend some cupcakes for her birthday.” She rises from her spot and reaches for her incomplete music sheet. “Wait. Do you have a second?” “Sure.” “I need your advice.” She points at her chest. “Mine?” “Yes,” I say through
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