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Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 33

“My gowns! My bags!” Queena cried out, rushing over to scoop up an armful of her clothes, her eyes welling with tears. “Yvonne, how could you just throw my things on the floor?”

Tina and Luna immediately jumped to her defense. “Yvonne, you’ve gone way too far! You can’t just go through Queena’s things without her permission and dump them in the middle of the room. We can’t even walk!”

Yvonne had just finished organizing her space and locking her closet. She turned to face the three of them. “Queena didn’t ask for my permission when she put her things in my closet. She took my space, so I threw her stuff out. If you feel so bad for her, you can give her your closets.”

At that, Tina and Luna fell silent, quickly returning to their own desks. So much for their outrage. It seemed they were only generous with other people’s property.

With no other choice, Queena had to gather her mountain of belongings and pile them in a corner of the room.

After tidying her desk, Yvonne grabbed her meal card and left. She hadn’t eaten dinner yet. Following Yvonne’s memory, she found the school cafeteria, got a meat dish and two vegetable sides for a reasonable price, and ate a hearty meal before returning to the dorm.

The three of them were there. Queena was sitting in front of a small mirror applying skincare products, Tina was reading, and Luna was playing a game on her laptop. No one acknowledged Yvonne’s return, and she was happy to ignore them as well. She went to her closet, took out her pajamas, and prepared to take a shower.

Suddenly, Queena let out a sharp cry.

Yvonne, still holding her clean pajamas, watched their pathetic performance with cold amusement. The commotion had attracted students from other rooms, who were now crowding the doorway.

Queena, her eyes as red as a rabbit’s, pleaded with a choked voice, “Yvonne, if you like my jewelry, you can have it all. But please, just give me back those earrings. They were a gift from my parents. They mean everything to me.”

With a dramatic flourish, she opened her jewelry box and held it out to Yvonne as if offering a sacrifice.

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