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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Mercy would never admit it to any of her friends—especially not Anne—but she was a closet Taylor Swift fan. Mercy had even liked her at the start of the singer’s career, when she’d been a country act. The only person who knew Mercy was a Taylor Swift fan was her mother…and that was only because she had walked into Mercy’s room when Mercy had been jamming out to “Blank Space” a year or so ago. It was a memory that Mercy held dear because rather than teasing her, her mother had danced with her in a spontaneous moment of goofiness—a moment that had ended with her mother making a shushing gesture and saying: “Your secret is safe with me.” Mercy thought about that moment as she once again traced the shape and size of her dark prison. She thought of her mother, trying to grasp
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