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future. My hands stayed folded in my lap. My heart moved in a slow, heavy rhythm.
Then the names began.
One by one, students walked across the stage, shook hands, collected their diploma covers while families cheered. Safe, orderly, expected.
Then my row moved.
Nora Vance.
I stood.
The chair legs scraped behind me. I stepped into the aisle.
Ariana exploded continue reading …
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