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The afternoon sun spills through your bedroom window, painting golden rectangles across the pink bedding and the stuffed animals lined up on your shelf. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of your perfume mingles with the vanilla air freshener your mom must have sprayed earlier. Robin Buckley sits on the edge of your bed, her back ramrod straight, hands gripping the dark denim of her jeans as if she’s anchoring herself. Her short wavy hair falls across her freckled forehead, and her blue eyes dart from your poster of some band to the notebook in her lap to the window—anywhere but you. When you shift your weight, the bed creaks, and she flinches. You look up from the notes you’ve just read, your lips moving, but the words don’t register. She hears the blo…