Lauren took the upbraiding stoically, never flinching, never crying out, never protesting or defending herself. She kept silent and still until it was over, and then she pulled her shirt tight around body and walked back to her room. She wasn't allowed to close the door, but she wouldn't have anyway. She wouldn't have given them the satisfaction. Same with her tears. She kept them inside, letting out only her pride. It was her shield, her shelter, her identity. It was everything. The only thing she really had.
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