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cardboard star with her name in purple marker.
After a while, she wiped her nose on her sleeve.
“I know they don’t like you,” she said. “But I thought I was just the kid. Not part of it.”
“They didn’t say it meanly,” she added. “Just like I was a folding chair they didn’t have space for.”
I held her tighter and didn’t let go.
I didn’t sleep much that night.continue reading …
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