Janet Jaramillo

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“What’s wrong with your chest?” I ask, even though a quiet voice in my head warns me not to. “Feels like I have a big hole in my chest. Like there was something there before, keeping me together, that isn’t there now. I feel…undone. Like my heart is open.” With that, he throws an arm around me and burrows his face into the space between my neck and shoulder. “Will that go back to normal too?” “Yeah,” I say, letting my arm snake around
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