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Chapter 2 “I barely even recognized you at first,” she said as we walked down the sidewalk. “With that hat and those sunglasses, I t..
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A few days later it was a Friday. I could actually walk by then, and I had no plans, so I texted Abigail. Maybe she was free, too. I was thinking abo..
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That afternoon, I knocked on the door to Abigail’s home. There was no answer at first, and I thought about ringing the doorbell. Just when I was..
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“So where’d you end up sleeping last night?”Abigail and I were seated across from each other at the small coffee shop I often visite..
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A few days later...“Caleb!” my aunt shouted from downstairs. “I need you to wake up!”“Why?” I yelled back.I he..
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A few days later...“Can we go on a walk today?”Ayva looked up at me from the table, where I’d once again made her eggs. So far, she ..
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“Come up here,” Father yelled from upstairs. He always yelled. There was no talk; there was only yell.“Busy,” it called. it wa..
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I sat there as she finished his story. Her story. Their story. Whatever it was called. I was shaking and unable to wrap my mind around what she had ju..
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A few days later...“Guess what I brought today?” Ayva shouted as soon as she walked in the door. She would throw her backpack onto the cou..
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“Let her go, Damian!” I shouted as I got to the crest of the bridge.We were facing each other so high above the river I could have sworn t..
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