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They were purple tinged with ugly yellow, a few days old. I didn’t say anything; I never did. Just like Kayla never mentioned my mother. Sometimes in friendships, there is nothing kinder than silence.
It was one of those moments that made me realize, I had never been seen, truly seen before. Like I’d been hovering between the channels as black-and-white static, and with one look he’d flicked me into dazzling Technicolor.
That’s the problem with youth: You’re so busy thinking your secrets will undo you, you can’t see that everybody’s got them.
