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“Mrs. Kolby?” I felt hands gripping my arms, shaking me, pulling me back to reality. I was still here, blabbering with my body in tremors.
I jolted, flinching in horror, gasping for air because I knew that voice.
“Mom, I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. Please, don’t cry.” I wouldn’t see Mom again and ask for forgiveness for the pain I’d caused. “Mom, I hope you won’t cry on my grave. I hope you will continue living without me. I hope you will start listening to the Linkin Park with Emily Armstrong. I hope you start a feminist movement and go out and fight for women’s rights because that’s who you are. You’re a force to be reckoned with. Please, tell Piper. I’m sorry, and I love her. She’s my forever sister.” I wouldn’t see my best friend walk down the aisle anymore.
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