Bell Levan

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But Mom just sat there in the long, silent dark. Tense seconds passed where none of us said anything. Anne and I looked at each other, afraid. Mom sighed and turned off the engine. She crossed her arms on the steering wheel, rested her head on them, and wept. We had nowhere to go.
Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir
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