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Then I’d be done with this place. I wanted more than this. More than late nights and cold coffee and the quiet throb of never being enough.
When I finally made it to my car and cranked the engine, the heater blasted stale air into my face. My phone rang.
“Alice!” Aunt Jenny’s voice chirped.
“Don’t forget—you’re giving me a ride to the wedding!”
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“What wedding?” I asked, fumbling with the seatbelt.
She laughed like I’d just told a joke.
“Oh you—don’t tell me you forgot your mama’s big day!”
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