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Too young to carry those answers.
I had a choice.
Or I could tell you they died quickly in a car and that none of it was your fault.
I chose the story that let you sleep.
If you hate me for that, I understand.
Tears were dripping onto the paper.
I thought about every time I’d said, “I’m an orphan,” to explain myself to new friends.
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