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Today felt heavy. Miss Plastic was extra dramatic. Purtato pretended not to care (which means he cared). Beggy floated around yelling “self-love counts!” And me? I felt lonely. So lonely it echoed. Then Mr Spin rolled beside me, dizzy as usual. “Why so serious?” he mumbled. We’re both glass. We both clink when we move. We both reflect the same sun. For a moment, I thought — maybe someone who understands the weight of being breakable is what I need.