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drive, Rowan,” Dad had argued.
I gave in.
Two weeks later, she returned the Camry with a massive scrape along the entire passenger side and the interior smelling of weed and vomit.
She never paid for the repairs.
My parents told me to stop being so materialistic.
That was the pattern.
Bella fell.
I was the cushion.
Bella set fires.
I was the extinguisher.
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