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I heard the doorbell and checked the peephole. All three of them. My parents, Vanessa. I took a breath, composed myself, opened the door. I was wearing my Roosevelt Elementary hoodie, leggings, barefoot, red grading pen in my hand. Hi. Vanessa lunged forward. Isabelle, we need to talk right now. I stood in the doorway. Didn’t move. About what? My continue reading …
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