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Maybe she could try again in the morning. They never did anything
important in first period anyway. And she sat in the back, so Mr. Parker
usually didn’t notice her.
Violet’s decision was resolute: sleep now, cram later. She knew in
the back of her head she was going to make a fool out of herself tomorrow and Lord Byron would be looking down on her disappointed.
Depending on where he was, maybe Lord Byron would be looking up
at her.
Whiskers thumped back into Violet’s room and curled into a blob
at her feet. The two pairs of eyes in the room began to close. Violet felt
her universe expand and deflate with each breath in and out. She let her
brain fade into dream world and poured herself into the starless night.
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