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Chapter 6: December 26th When I wake up, it’s eleven in the morning. My phone wakes me. Specifically, my mom rings to wish me Merry Christmas. She sounds drunk and jolly. I don’t understand half the things she’s saying and I’m pretty sure the other half isn’t meant for me. I sigh and put my phone back down. The dorm is quiet. Outside it’s quiet. No sounds of cars, no revellers, no people hurrying to work, like there usually are. It’s just quiet. Empty. Barefoot, I walk over to the door and open it a little to see if Tom has picked up his present last night (or this morning, to be more accurate). When I open the door, though, something rustles at my feet. I look down. There’s a packet. A large, messy packet, wrapped in red wrapping paper with a golden ribbon and a small card. I pick it up