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Holding Beelzebub in my arms, I pretty much stumble through the hallways, not having a clue what the time is. But since it’s just getting light outside, it’s probably still early in the morning. As I knock on my best friend’s door, I feel like I’m about to puke again. I try to push away the guilt that’s rising inside me from killing innocent creatures, even if they were just insects. They were living, breathing beings. Bubba meows in an annoyed way as she feels my gag reflex working on her own body. I grit my teeth together and force myself to swallow the content of my stomach. I have to pull myself together. I knock again, this time harder. A few long seconds later, I can hear some commotion inside the room. I hope Katie didn’t fall off her bed. I knock again, hoping that I manage to d