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one ear. When she was hurt, she blinked fast and tried to swallow the tears before anyone noticed.
That day she wasn’t blinking them back.
They were already there, slipping down her face one by one, and she was making no sound at all.
In front of her stood Ms. Parker.
I had met Elise Parker during orientation. She was neat, calm, soft-spoken, with the continue reading …
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