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I’ve been locked up for 264 days.
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“Juliette Ferrars.”
“Don’t struggle, love. You’ll only make things more difficult for yourself.”
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I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association.
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“I like my clothes,” I tell him. I’d like to punch you in the eye, is what I don’t tell him.
“It really brings out the color of your eyes.” “What color are my eyes?” I ask the wall. He laughs. “You’re not serious.” “How old are you?” He stops laughing. “You care to know?” “I’m curious.”
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He smiles so wide I’m not sure how to react. “I’m nineteen, by the way.” “Excuse me?” “I’m nineteen years old,” he clarifies. “I’m a fairly impressive specimen for my age, I know.”
“Kent, Adam. 45B-86659.”
I wondered if your eye color meant you saw the world differently. If the world saw you differently as a result.
“Wait—James—don’t—” I try to stop him. His eyes are wide, frozen. “What?” “The tinfoil—you can’t—you can’t put metal in the microwave—” “What’s a microwave?”
Kenji blinks. His surprise dissolves into an enormous grin. “Well, shit, Kent, why didn’t you say so sooner?” “Watch your mouth around my brother.” James rolls his eyes. “I hear worse stuff than that every day. Even Benny uses bad words.” “Benny?” “Yup.” “What does she—”
“You’re lucky this isn’t a stick shift.” He tries to laugh. “Stick shift?” “Manual transmission.” “What’s that?” “A little more complicated.” I bite my lip.
“I’m going to murder you.” Adam’s voice is a soft mumble. Kenji laughs. “Keep it together, bro, or I’ll think you don’t really mean it.”
Prologue
In just two days, one girl has managed to cripple me.
I’m five feet, nine inches and 170 pounds of muscle. I’ve

