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off.”
“Closed off?” I whispered. “You mean private.”
I reached for the journal with shaking hands. Then I noticed more was missing. My camera. My desk. My grandmother’s jewelry box.
“My camera. Where is it?”
“Your cousin Renata is studying photography,” Mom said. “You barely use it.”
“And my desk?”
“Bruno needed it.”
“My grandmother’s jewelry box?”
Dad looked continue reading …
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