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close once when we were kids, two girls hiding together at Thanksgiving while the adults drank and criticized.
“Natalie?” I said, sitting up straighter. “Are you okay?”
She took a breath, ragged.
“I saw your email,” she said. “I saw the video. And I… I can’t stay quiet anymore.”
My stomach tightened.
“Natalie, what’s going on?”
Her voice cracked.
“When I continue reading …
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