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January 4, 2019


Another knock rings on my bedroom door.

“Coming!” I yell but don’t move an inch from my spot.

“You said that the last three times your mom came and the last two I knocked. We’re going to be late, little one.”

The way his voice deepens when he speaks my name makes to...

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