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“Keep this safe,” she’d said, her blue eyes intense, unwavering. “Don’t open it yet. When you need it, you’ll know. Trust me on that, Dulce. You’ll know exactly when.”
I’d taken the box home, tucked it in the back of my closet behind old sweaters and forgotten shoes, and tried to forget the strange weight of her words and the even stranger certainty continue reading …
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