Rabeea'h Waseem

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My sister steps to one side. She’s put her hair in a ponytail that gives her an encouraging pat on the back with every movement. I really want to pull the elastic out. I don’t want her to think that anything’s possible, that she can put on her ice skates one day and disappear.
The Discomfort of Evening
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