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My sister raised me after Mom passed away. She was 19, and I was 12. Unlike her, I went to college.
The storm had been building for days, the kind that turns the sky the color of old bruises and makes every shadow feel alive. I gripped the steering wheel tighter …
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My sister raised me after Mom passed away. She was 19, and I was 12. Unlike her, I went to college.
The storm had been building for days, the kind that turns the sky the color of old bruises and makes every shadow feel alive. I gripped the steering wheel tighter …
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My sister raised me after Mom passed away. She was 19, and I was 12. Unlike her, I went to college.
The storm had been building for days, the kind that turns the sky the color of old bruises and makes every shadow feel alive. I gripped the steering wheel tighter …