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blood makes people safe.”
I looked at Lily’s bandaged fingers.
“No more,” I said.
I thought the worst part of that night had already happened.
I was wrong.
At 11:36 p.m., my mother called.
I stared at her name on my screen.
MOM.
As if the word still meant something.
I let it ring.
Then again.
Then my father called.
Then my mother sent a text.
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