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MegaMegs2004:You wanna Facetime?

It’s_pronounced_NEVE:No. I look like a dog’s dinner.

MegaMegs2004:Call, then? Need to talk to you.

It’s_pronounced_NEVE:???

It’s_pronounced_NEVE:Sure, gimme 5 xx

MegaMegs2004:xx

I unplug my phone from the charger and shut down my laptop, moving myself from the desk to a comfier position on the bed. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired – unsurprisingly, I’m still finding it hard to sleep. The phone begins to vibrate – Meghan is calling.

“Hi.” The sound of her voice usually raises my spirits, but she sounds oddly flat.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“Mammy wanted to call you but she’s busy so I said I’d do it.”