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11:47 p.m.
“Myra, I’ve been having chest pains. I might have to go to the hospital. I thought you should know.”
I stare at the screen in the dark bedroom. Marcus is asleep beside me. The blue light of the phone turns the ceiling into a shallow pool.
My pulse spikes for a moment. One sharp animal moment.
I’m 22 again, standing in a trailer with no heat.continue reading …
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