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-Liana- I had no idea how long we had been stuck in the kitchen together. Time seemed to drag as we sat in silence. I was still leaning against the door, while Jonah sat at the table, picking dirt from his nails out of boredom. I wasn’t enjoying the situation either. I didn’t want to be stuck with him. “Damn thief,” I muttered to myself, crossing my arms in an attempt to hold onto my anger. I didn’t want to reconcile with Jonah, but the longer we sat there, the harder it was to maintain my resentment. My anger slowly slipped away, refusing to stay. I didn’t like that. For once, I wanted to be angry at someone. I didn’t understand how Jonah managed to bring this side out in me, but he did. “Okay, let’s just make peace,” Jonah suddenly began. “Peace?” I laughed. “I don’t want to make