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The morning light slanted through the venetian blinds of Melody Marks’ bedroom, striping her floor in shades of pale gold and soft grey. At sixteen, Melody was a creature of quiet precision. Her schoolgirl life was a series of carefully arranged rituals: the starch of her white blouse, the meticulous tying of her navy ribbon, the mirror-check for any stray strand of honey-brown hair. melody marks schoolgirl

She turned off the light, climbed into bed, and for the first time in years, slept without dreaming of being smaller. Not notes