I hurt him. And Caroline’s leaving. But she likes my poem. I like talking to her. I don’t want her to leave. “It’s okay,” I say. “You don’t have to tell me. Please…stay.” It’s killing me not to know what I did, but there are plenty of other things I want to talk to her about. I want to ask her about all the poets. I want to know about that room and how it got there and how it works, and I want her to read me some of her poems. I want to be her friend. She turns around and looks at me. I hurry over to my nightstand, grab the blue notebook from the pile, and hold it up in the air. “I want to get
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Cara is such a nice person, and she's not judgy either.
