“No,” she says, thinking of the pill bottle in her room at home. Of how she tipped the Depakote pills into the toilet when she got home from Sharon Parkins’s house; of the pretty way they swirled on their way down. She picked through the old medicine bottles in the cabinet until she found something that looked vaguely like the Depakote—a blister pack of expired allergy pills—and refilled the bottle with those. Just in case anyone bothers to watch her. Like Ms. Gillespie. Or her dad. She’s feeling more clearheaded already; that hopeless dulled-pencil feeling of the past few days was gone when
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