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My school notebooks. I reached for a framed family photo on my desk, then stopped. No. I grabbed my $340 in savings, my ID papers, and my scholarship folder.
At 5:07 p.m., I came downstairs with a garbage bag over my shoulder.
My father opened the front door. Cold wind rushed in. It was nineteen degrees outside.
“Go,” he said.
I stepped onto the porch.continue reading …
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