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“Can you stop?” I heard Sophie ask me as I sat on our bed. I was sulking and weeping for some reason. “Yes, I’m sorry….” I sniffled, wiping my tears, “I just can’t help it,” I cried again. “Ugh! My lord, Elisha!” Sophie clicked her tongue, “Are you still on your period?” “Yeah,” I croaked. It was my second day, and I had felt worse since morning. Physically and mentally. “Well, girl. You can continue crying, but please go outside,” Sophie continued. “I need to rest for my shift tomorrow morning,” “I’m sorry. I will stop now,” I mumbled before checking my phone. “He hasn’t messaged me,” I puckered in dismay. I’d been waiting for Kyle’s message all day. I had tried to call him, but he wasn’t picking them up. Sophie grunted, “Oh, for the love of God, Elisha!” propping her elbows u