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years in an instant: “Why are you still alive?”
It wasn’t rhetorical. It was a lament.
The question hung between us, brutal and naked. I felt the familiar cold shock, remembering that night on the ridge. Screeching tires. Crunching metal. The car teetering on the cliff’s edge. Screaming for my father. Him arriving before the ambulance, pulling Vanessa continue reading …
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