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and winning at the same time.
Miguel kissed her forehead.
“Go rest,” he said.
The words from the old note returned to her.
When I’m grown, you’ll rest.
She smiled through tears.
“I’ll try.”
On the drive home, Mariana stared out the bus window while Patricia slept beside her, mouth open, still clutching an empty snack bag. The city blurred past. For the first continue reading …
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