Rosie leaned forward on the fence slat until her feet could swing off of the ground. She let her body lay there, suspended, until the wooden plank made sharp marks against her skin. Had things been different, she would have rolled herself forward into a perfect somersault, but no one was watching. Everyone was in the house, crying. They'd been
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For my mom and my grandparents and my aunt- there's this big hole that's always just been there from before I was born.
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