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Part 13 – The Girl Who Couldn’t Sleep Some people lose things and move on. Some lose people… and lose themselves. Ash belonged to the second kind. It had been months since Mark walked past her like she was air. Months since he looked into her eyes. Months since the boy who once waited for her messages had become a stranger she could not reach. At first, she told herself it was temporary. “He’ll calm down.” “He’ll text again.” “He still cares.” But days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into month