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“No,” she said.

“Because you don’t own it,” she said. “You don’t own anything here.” meteor garden -2001-

“She called me,” he said without turning around. “My mother. She said some girl from school came to her office. Some wild vegetable with no sense of self-preservation.” He finally turned. His face was wet—rain or tears, she couldn’t tell. “Why did you do it, Shancai?” “No,” she said

But the red tags didn’t scare her anymore. What scared her was the note tucked inside her math textbook, written on heavy cream-colored stationery. meteor garden -2001-

She almost smiled. Almost.