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the break room.
“Grandma said I have to pack,” Ava said. “She said I don’t live here anymore.”
I set my coffee down hard enough that some of it splashed through the lid.
“Where are you right now?”
“In my room.”
“Who is in the house?”
“Grandma is in the hallway. Aunt Bianca is here. Grandpa is downstairs with boxes.”
The break room contracted around me. I continue reading …
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