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” she said.
That small line, a tiny blade, was enough to make her slip.
That night, the house was unusually quiet.
Around eleven, I heard Sable’s heels clicking down the hall. They stopped in the living room. I peered through the crack under my door and saw a thin slice of light.
She was on her laptop.
I waited ten minutes after she went back upstairs. continue reading …
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