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a crime.
My throat hurt. My spine hurt. My future hurt.
But my grandmother had built walls.
So I used one.
“I don’t want them here,” I said.
Mom made a sound like a sob trying to become a protest.
Jackie pressed the call button.
Security arrived in less than two minutes.
My parents left the room without touching me.
That was the first honest thing they did continue reading …
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