It’s the first day of school, but you know what to expect. Dozing awake before the alarm, smiling, watching the sun fuzzing the summer’s mess through half-drawn curtains. You never did tidy your room. And it’s not until you’re at the bottom of the stairs, in your blazer, looking back, to the ‘Keep Out’ sign on your bedroom door, that you feel the unease, that something’s now lost in there, something that you never understood.
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