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Nothing about the morning melody of chirping birds was in any way melodious. On the contrary, I struggled to shut it out—anything that brought me back to the reality of my godforsaken life. My limbs, tired and sore, did a terrible job of lifting me from the bed. So, I lay there, hoping for a few more minutes of beauty sleep. Or more accurately, the entire day. Might as well stay in the comfort of my sheets, considering someone decided to place me on lockdown. For a while, memories of last night's disastrous ending replayed in my mind: the rough feel of my back against a tree, along with Heath’s menacing aura as he hurled bold and treacherous accusations at me. Given how suddenly the festival had switched from thrilling to infuriating, finding joy today seemed unlikely. Finally, m