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of crying—though God knows I had tears left—I laughed.
It wasn’t happiness. It wasn’t even hysteria. It was something darker. Colder.
Disbelief mixed with fury mixed with something I couldn’t quite name.
Michael’s smile faltered. “What’s funny?”
“You,” I said quietly. “You’re funny.”
“Emma, are you okay? Maybe we should talk to the doctors about your mental continue reading …
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